where words dissolve one by one into other words. where sentiment is eaten by thought and everything comes apart at the seams. where satan says fuck the pearly gates, fuck jesus, fuck you guys i am making this place heaven. different strokes.

whatever.

where i am walking left and the world is spinning right but like amanda says gravity plays favourites. just let me sit upon my throne gravitron, i have no beef with you. don't make this a vendetta because i can't help it when my tactics turn dirty. leave me spinning on my axis. on your axis. the sun is an axis because we're at that place where words dissolve like rice paper, one by one they weep and bleed into each other. a trail of ink dying halfway across a page. an omen if you ever saw one. leaves me spinning on my axis.

satan is making a heaven of his hell and it's time for you to choose. are you a god or a peasant? it's time for you to choose.

i'm with satan.