the terror of perfection. involution. transformations of my passions grows corruption for my weakness and escape to solitude, can never escape ourselves. involution
smash these emotions and stick to the plan. a psychotic explosion society will never understand. a mind that wanders outside a barbed wire fence as long
dance of the shadows, a mirror of my mind. cursed to break down, to bind. i live in the basement of my mind, and i choked on this dust so long. this
why do i fear the grasp of repercussions, will they last? or bury my head in the sands, rather than peer through the looking glass? i?m looking on and
breeds the terror of perfection. involution. transformations of my passions grows corruption for my weakness and escape to solitude, can never escape ourselves. involution
i'm on a mindwalk through outer space because i've come to realize i don't quite like this place. and in this altered state, i don't understand, is this
i see the man in the corner, he?s got a plan with limitations. sets an obstruction, human life the abstraction, a preconceived notion of where he should
