design disguise

I appreciate the diversity in human faces, what always will be given unless we hide them away, what belies us, what we seldom see in dream, if ever, that which has ironically estranged us from itself, longing for lease to breathe, longing strangely at bay from an arrogant and dissociated intellect

Youth is all hope and helplessness, raised by media and their on-par peers – the touched hid away from the nightmarish pixel-swaddled undead of their social mien, seek the most inglorious intoxicants and stay with them for a good while – in the nation that glorifies stagnation, that in this new age after its self-styled dream has dissolved, balances and builds itself upon the cultivation of isolation – by design disguise

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asthenic cock of damocles,

a thin-spread physic, sham and neat

winter solitary

venturing to feel less dead in winter solitary,

we dont let water touch our skin unless it’s necessary,

like to, for instance, quell the itch of days without a bath;

or doing dishes just to eat more shitty ramen packs