TheInkFanatic

For every soul a nightmare. A nightmare so, with a rock solid heart. It wont ever truly break apart. The rock solid heart. And every new crack, made up for with another inch of tar. Now we open up the money jar. Yielding one chinese Yuan, Quickly disintegrating into smog. Pollution devaluing the morning air of dawn. Ecosystem of the underdog, graffiti catalog, Where every zombie is talking a mindless monologue, And only the shanghai god has the last word in its motivational dictatorship epilogue A great chance, everything is possible, Talking facilities, life is unstoppable, Born as a bloodcell, everyone is responsible. May only one cl

Killing the crow. And the parrot! Every day, before night, I am killing the crow. Killing the crow and all its structure. Structure build up in a brutal way. Assembling all the bodies in an irregular meta. Building the structure like the hiding madness builds a metropolis and the dystopia inside my mind. Incomprehensible. Incomprehensible in structure. Incomprehensible in form. I am killing the crow. Killing it for fun. Killing it for my own personal benefit. Killing it for satisfaction. But killing all the satisfaction that comes with killing it. Killing everything at the same time. And also the parrot. The noise. The waves. The sounds. The