subject: tempting
time: 11:53am
music: venus as a boy - bjork
mood: sleepy

redGREEN apple.

i am fabricating minute breakers equating foaming papercuts.

all my utopian dreams and psychopathic tendencies have accumulated;

so i am dealt with concurrent charges of silmutaneous first degree murders.

eradicating the last of my forever gone,

the last shoulder on to cry,

the first last boy who ever held me,

the first last boy to wake up to.

and the first last ever fairy tale story breathed through me,

the first fresh pack of my last lies,

the last kiss on which to fly,

the last of promises,

and our last goodbyes.

scour my cells for tracks of adams and eves

and simply look into my eyes

- these melanoid canvases

that are constantly searching for

impossible pharoahs

and algebra equations (that are balanced).

and you know i see through yours too

and their pursuit could outlast these monotonous times

where irony is recorded in every breathe we take,

weaved into every memory we make.

like circuses,

and delusions,

and visions

unfolding,

only to reveal an ugly redgreen apple

- teaching us all,

that death is just a temptation sold

to those who lack strength.