rebuilding something that was never there as I throw it all away begin to see that the past was just one big
HA!
as everthing left defines that which is rebuilt as you seek out my tongue your fingers coated in venom as we descend into dank murky holes with thirteen dying gods doors open and blind us with contrast and you see more than you wanted to and I say that was the whole point to begin with you say you don't understand me but there is no thing to understand dissecting my words for self and all the rest of no thing and I scold myself for not embracing nihilism again as I unfold and toys disappear blank walls stare back at me without hindrance and your ambassador has lost his throat and I offer up all that I am to you and what do you offer me in return?