; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Friday, 15 October 2010

closing in on myself

i really do wonder how long it will take for me to disappear, and how many people would notice.

if twenty twelve really happens, i want to survive it and then kill myself in the rubble. what could be more satisfying than utter despair and loneliness? t'would merely be a manisfestation of the fear we all deny ourselves of having.

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