05.19.03::23:14

lovely how things work out this way, no?

writing for the sake of writing, this lovely hole in the ground has never been a better bed.

& warm words covering me

&i can't breathe.

asphyxia keeps me coming back, such a powerful, potent drug.

angel, where did you go? so soon you've vacated me, voided me, but yr neverevervoice will always blaze up and down my flesh.

never again will i be a slave to yr grammar ? its only ever been paper;

&i can't get enough of these matches.

try. try. try.


necromancy. or the fucking grave