hegemony

when she arrives it will work itself out it will fall into place it will erase the blood and cum of eons for the sake of the sun when he arrives it may lift the tension it may calm things down it may start war with every bastard pervert angel and the loves they left behind when it arrives he knows the sound of brimstone she smells the time of sin we pour the salt around in circles until we have none left for our wounds I will crush the tree of knowledge between the pages of our books and preserve the fall for my children's children

"Philosophy is the systematic abuse of terms deliberately devised for that purpose" - russell (maybe)

the gravest of errors requires the gravest of lies

carving out the arteries of some non-existent creature I can only pray that it will consume me whole

the sins built the foundation and the subsequent days grew. greedy and slow. years become days where the sun and moon become a moving picture galloping like horses but grace never left, her shallow waters became the flood and as she swept away every unclean word the walls became unsustainable and the roof fucking collapsed there were no survivors, but also I didn't check

setting up the framework to wash the spaces from the veins

let me die on my feet with my head in my ass with the jumpers hooked up, the electrons go first then women and children second

I can’t stop sleeping and it’s robbing me of the ability to waste my life.

temporary.-_. a lining isn’t giving

it’s being more and more. wasn’t supposed to last this long

it’s time we get to work

protesct

slipping time into our pockets

with the sounds of well intentioned silence telling me that you had remained indifferent to all the impossible expectations I put on myself for the chance to see how far I could dive beneath the unending misconception that our religious experience would create me, and be something other than your last days

sear