Yellow

Not that you can say I've lost my mind or something. Things are pretty clear.I wear yellow silk and I wish for nothing to be something. When I hold you in my arms everything is equal with everything, perfect balance makes perfection although I KNOW the frailty and futility of it all. So what am I supposed to do? I won't be putting a bullet in my head, that's for sure. And this pain is absurd. Either this or nothing.

mental white.wall

hedone, a word we like so much.
so here we are, having become something we may have not wanted. but now's too late. why is reality attractive only from behind a window of dizziness?
you've got an impressive vocabulary dear. how do you do it, being so surrealistic i mean?
and here i a, declaring my meaning-creating infatuation for and to a white wall. a sort of mental fist fucking, pretty damaging for your health through the excruciating headaches it gives.
finally, some peace.