Please wait for me to arrive it might take a while.
Please fake it for days. Pleasant thought some
insect’s having. Kinda like how Lyn’s Lola
really fucks with your head as you’re reading it
out loud at three in the morning. Suddenly,
it all makes sense. Just as suddenly, no
sense whatsoever. Then out of nowhere,
FUCK WITH YOUR HEAD everything
so intensely un-means and you.....
Woke up this morning and wrote down
the word catharsis. The simple life.
But wait, don’t call it a night just yet.
And pay no heed to those who whine
about the death of the attention span.
Brevity is everything.
