tijuana

This it how it begins - increasingly & un-inspired & shamefully stimulated. Same prose, different metaphor. The world is a sprint & I'm wedged between moments of initiation & suspension. Like the way a song hits you and beats your heart exposed, while I'm trapped on chord one. Amputate this vacant, expressionless gap. Tiny crumbs dance, echo, dance, echo tediously against this feeble minded culture. Cut, bruise, self-destruct. This is how it ends - increasingly & un-inspired & shamefully stimulated. Same prose, different metaphor.