dilapitate

3pm, corner of a space. bored and sad.
Weirdest thing I’ve written.
Ha.
Ha ha.
Ife is such a joke.
Living in a such, such indescribable mess
What sense is going on really?
Well anyway he world is ending and
God is -.
I am nothing really out of the rest of the world
As sophisticated as things can eventually get,
In the end, you are you and dog is a dog.
And I end up hating me
But sometimes I did it. Not me, get it?
Because I feel people more deeply when I am not with them.
I blame me.
Everything good are carousels in disguise.
So I end up licking the sordid lollipops of depression.
Little girls go go-carting suicidally.
Chances fail and trains derail.
Innocence is piss.
Destiny is death with a vision
Fate is a vision of death.
Predestination is a mere distraction.
Life is such a big enorminous joke
Suddenly nothing matters any longer!
People look for nirvana under the strobe lights.
I float undrugged out of my
Being being a being.
Just like how
Vulgarities LEAK
Parents DIE
Hearts BREAK,

Death unsatisfies
Life disappoints
Afterlife is -
All I can do -
And it is so natural is -
To laugh bravely and defiantly: ha.
Ha ha.
Ha.