how many engineers stood in your sad, sad lines and shot themselves?
your ethers, to what end did they come?
the sun that sets low over the costco roof
does it burn as your children do?
secure in the knowledge of a doomed empire
bathing in the glowing rays of their fusing innards

literally what the actual fuck

I’m pretty sure this is quite literally the bitchiest thing anyone has ever said to me and it was four letters

l’abominazione della mente continua a creare castelli senza mura, casi senza pareti, cannoni senza metallo

and suddenly dylan comes out of the fucking blue

i’m finally afraid of dying so that’s both positive and negative

why did i have to leave la why 

I love la it’s so nice and sunny and pretty and the weather is nice and theres good food and everybody’s happy and nice and there’s hot guys and I’m actually so happy

sandwiches are an art form

i once had a dream of a sunless coast
where the dead walked in ceaseless imitation of their former lives
when i asked them why they did this
they stared blankly at me 

"because it’s what we always did"
they said to me
"before time sliced our forms into ribbons 
to melt away into the ground”

"we baked and potted and farmed
our masons cut stone 
our world goes on much as it did then”

it soothed me, i think, to know
that when i am gone from this earth
i’ll be the same again