Monday, October 18, 2004
Because I suffocate.
Nihilist.
Vulnerability, fear, enroachment & the scent of death. Wading. Wading. Wading amidst my fear and loathing to the light at the end of my tunnel.
An avatar of depression and damage.
Not them. Not one of them. Never one of the girls, the potential prom queens who primed themselves for dates. Laughing. Cynical.
Always cynical.
Dark chapter upon dark chapter. Shards of fatalism and cultural chaos. Attempting to make sense of the knife edge that I'm walking.
I believe in The Great "What if?"
Contemporary martyr.
Picturesque facade after facade. Smiles. Smiling. Smiled. Deceit. Momentary bleeds of psychosis.
Bleed. Bleed. Indulge. Savour. Relish.
Encrustation.
Transversing the lines between reality and death. A natural prozac for artistic claustrophobia.
Searching.
Seeking.
Hold my hand and we'll look for It together.
posted by Fuzzy @ 21:37
monologue.