Morgen choking, gagging for memories always in the morning. the pits of despair, like welcoming friends, beckon with The End. you can not kill me. you can NOT kill me. with friends like these, who needs enemies? except an enemy is a face, unlike this faceless friend: "come, non-existence waits for you...", like a spa weekend getaway, non-existence waits for me like a used car salesman: a friend with a deal i can't walk away from, non-existence waits for me, like the sweetest bartender, non-existence waits for me with endless oblivion, fanfare and parades: I am the hero, finally into non-existence. Make coffee in leaking Moka makers, watch until the spitting and bubbling declares existence a penance & non-existence forgiveness. We must work for forgiveness: it is a well-known axiom. We must exist, i must exist that i pay back the suffering for all the days of your life I have stolen from myself.
screaming at low volumes
