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photo: Gottfried Helnwein - Mouse I
Post-production is never planned, just expected and therefore mechanical in motion. Nonsensical really, seeing how nobody reads anyway. Like German played backwards: Dutch with an English twist, no lime.
WOAH. Just woah. Nacht? No sir!
There was something I was supposed to write here. I have forgotten. My lungs are on strike. Fence posts and poster boards... an arsenal for arsonists. Arsonii? Sure. Irregardlessness. Cigarettes in riot gear are not the solution for organ rebellion, but that's what we're getting anyways. Sans the bedsheets.
Expectance Expectance Expectance.
Or is it? This was the assumed result anyways. Fuck optimism. Fuck clarity. Fuck clear skin and melatonin and dying dead ends. Fuck fucking, 'cause you're never going to get it anyways. Fuck control and fuck the cure, it never existed in the first place. Fuck prime time television.
And FUCK regressionregressionregression.
You will never understand this. It is a code without a key. Brain waves ostracized magnetized magnified. Get it? No.
Good.
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photo: Gottfried Helnwein - Angels sleeping IV, V, VI, ( triptych )
This is regression this is regression this is regression this is past times rehashed reformulated reconfigured regurgitated without punctuation
Top 8 bottom 4 negative 2 type 0. Numerology or fistulotomy? In ano. Deal.
And while the target has changed, the obsession remains the same. Nothing is possible, but disappointment and heartbreak from brainplay is inevitable.
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photo: Gottfried Helnwein - Selektion
Revelations. Retributions. Retaliations. Irrevocable decimation. Deadpan elloquence. Randomized patternization. Killthroat accusations. Disappearing act one. Ready. Begin.
This is not what was intended. Alluded to, but never expected nor actualized in neuron mindfields. flicker flicker bang
It is in my head (it is in my head) in my head in my head in my head. Won't leave won't stay won't die won't won't. This is thought process personified, then rectified, then minimized to hypertext in refrigerator television form. Novel and useless. Or just useless. The answer is ____.
It is familial caring, similar to over-protective fathers and badass-older brothers, misinterpreted as neurosis and last ditch measures. You are not a hole. You are not a tally. You are not a score. But it is in that light that the past arguement nucleui have seen you.
This is old news and a past dwelling. Important but not, all in one. The point being that the old points were pointless. Point.
This will never reflect in your eyes. It was too late long ago.
A scar for each occasion; a body of history; this is my poetry.
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photo: Gottfried Helnwein - Sleep 3
text: Elizabethtown
Everything was done for you.
To you, for me.
Reference.s
You're pretty when you cry.
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photo: Gottfried Helnwein - Untitled
Lily white landmine cinderblocks with rose petal children are the stepping stones on which I teeter: all conversing in complex arithmatic, too advanced for lust, too mechanical for love. Every direction is a step into the abyss of absurdity. Step one is step none and the throat longs for carcenogenic breath.
Choose microwave ovens.
More references. Always references. Nothing is original; everything is a carbon copy of imitated irritation, all wrapped in a disguise of self-proclaimed flattery. Mockery? Unoriginalty.
Misspelled mountain ranges, trucker hats and drinking bracelets: you are obsession until mindbreak. Brake. Break.
Industry standards have not been met and it is time for recalls and layoffs. The bottomline. References. Mindbr(e)aks. Ad infinitum. Irrelevant.
Lily white.
y o u
w i l l
n e v e r
u n d e r
s t a n d
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