DUES EX MACHINA //the lattice crumbles Even-- Alone-- I //skrit skrat// black ink on stained paper like a Mickey Mouse vibrator-- a vague circle waiting for a truth that will never come. Sick. Sad. Worried. A cold breeze of omen blows between pawn and rook. The *** -- and meaningless feverish unknown. Why must we sink like honey into milk. I am not warm. Why must you disolve alone- empty as I am? Perhaps I am the one who does not exist. "You can't escape what makes you tragic, you know." | �Repitition of Hatred�Loveless Avenue�Burn Out (and) Fade Away �Plofile�Notes�Host�Archive� |