Current Residence: mass|
Favourite genre of music: neither here nor there my selection is a bit vast
the deCompression sicknEssthe deCompression sicknEss by wednesdayhyphen
the abnormality of common deception, human habit. the invisible strings that suffocate each of his cigarettes,
a pinocchio of sorts, robin hood, he said, and used, stolen cars (but he's past that, right?).
he nods and shakes his head to his private soundtrack of dissimulation, he's sorting out each problem, yeah but with such trite solutions; floating and pouring smoke into himself by the mouthful.
fingers reaching for the gloaming,
wrapped up + crossed out.
the nostalgia of lost brain cells.