| Heroin & Lipstick |
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I go in and out of conscience wondering what's real and what's not real. But I'm not the one who did IT over and over again.
Reality becomes a false pretense. Ersatz.
The makeup is cement and the music is just background noise, wishing it was distracting me from what's really going on. The reason why I'm writing. Each keystroke is like an orgasm, molesting the keyboard like a serial killer who has just found his next victim. Dahmer.
The people of the subway train are passing out and vomitting it's 5am ad I could care less.
Why am I here?
Oh right I thought for a fucking second that if I went over to his place I could make everything better.
Naive, Cunt.
Lipstick nazi seemed so long ago but it was really only 2short years ago. So much has changed. I like photographs because they stay same and the memories stay the same even when the people in those pictures change. I'm hopelessly searching for something that my generation does not want.
My life is on fast forward.... 2012,2013,2014,2015 |
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