moments

now is the moment of my discontent. and yours too. god this blog is nothing. but i attempt to make it something and in these attempts while not looking i think i have created something that is wholely unique. i could be wrong but tonight i am not. the fall may be upon us but the vomit could rain down like absolution from the worst of sins. and it does, oh how it does. over and over, we throw into the bucket of our remorse. the feral ascendent is a magnificent manifestation of the worst thoughts imaginatible. nothing but morose sympathy for the fallen. pink cups and grey nothing, romantic fallacies. i'm sorry for ever believing that a pop song from 00 engaged my every notion of love. posters and celefane. koros. baka. words. warning; suffocation risk. i've suffocated. we've fallen from nothing and hopefully the pillows give us something to believe in.