drop25

blistering breakneck somethingorother vortex of fuck, the holy urethra dragging purgatory to flipping bits. The frankensence emanations snapping pure lines in an arc. no ark velocirapid whirlpool it draws everything upon itself. every quark is an atom is a life is a futon is pan fucking pan. pangaea, the similarities are endless once you dig enough. everything comes back to geometry but maths is a bad trick, woolen lashes come over volcanoes, acnitic eruptions of lust and come and al gore. the theories are always wrong, let me come at this from a worry-wart.

dropped from the plane of existence, every movement to the left catapults me through the sky, when you're still you're almost static, when you move you careen unto oblivion. the dance terrifies me but i'm weighted and weightless, momemtum is a constant around this exponential turnpike. at a high enough volume everything becomes white noise, coded messages in the radiation, universe the size of a small cock.



fall on forever
never let me slow down





xero