SpineFirCandy

The sun burns for all our planets crashes our world it falls down fast lightning just as fast the sun burns the earth leaving nothing alive the earth blows like dust still floating through space and time reaching other planets leaving the dust to stay the other planets stay in their exact place will stay there thousands of years to come not orbit around the sun soon crashes the other planets blaming it on earth and sun

Guilt is a piano on top of you instead of a man.  Street noises drain you like bleach on a rainbow. Indecision becomes a washer & dryer you can't stop putting things into & taking things out of all through a painful fluorescent night.  The brain becomes smoke, a hidden stash of dark red cigarettes, dipped in formaldehyde, waiting for you. Depressing Russian literature becomes your best friend & you can't remember what it is like to have a flesh & bone best friend, a soft voice at the other end, someone to cough up pounds of dirt and flashlights and floods with you. Fun becomes self-destruction in the for