I don’t want a real life.
Quiet periods of tea and eating shit
to skate by.
One dimensional hyperrealism.
Mystery appears from the abstract background of the painting,
howling abdonment at a disloyal world.
Back into unknown.
End of the night and the music has gone.
Swallowed whole,
Never see me exactly the same again.
Stasis is strife.
‘let me change or let me die. ‘
Lets not do nice things,
fancy meals and kind days.
Surround yourself with bare walls
and tragedy.
Surround yourself with me,
eternal alcohol and blind romanticism,
and we’ll burn.
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