||[Dec. 22nd, 2003|08:51 am]
It was that light that first cursed my hands; then my lips, now my heart. The only hope left is left in care of the one trusted least. |
Goggles and helmet please. Bombing interior, fifty-four meters. Carnage, be best, an only true test. Decimate all trace, not a living thought left thinking, not a breathing hope left intact. Beat the eyelashes, waive pale hand. Do all you can to evade end’s thought. Evade all you may to do last end. An end to the means for a means to the end. Fair trade, equal weight. One liter of wine and a pack of cigarettes. Supplies to end means’ end. Valium and Xanax. Vaccum of context. Smile the lips and beat the eyelashes. Live to die.
Live to die.