lenovo G50
ibanez GSR200
emptiness TS100
fuck off X99

i have no pride. i conjure up the illusion of hiding. i rip off my skin in a silly idea of camouflaging into the background. and i bleed openly.
what if i become the background. the foreground. the center and the sides. the full course the desert and the cognac after.

i keep saying how my life is shit but maybe i should instead mind what i eat

but i'm digressing

                        from myself

the sounds the smokes
run away
return pale.
groove man
soil to grow from
but no sun to grow towards

I am a null finding

I am fluid
         partly fluent
                    still me
                           ever expanding

if life gives you the ability to be a lemon
be a better person
not a bitter one