Login, creating an entire world of nothingness 1 entity at a time
purveyor in enlightened self-destruction

The sickness unto death, respect Soren. In death we becoming - know we die a little everyday. But every day we come 2 life: adding slates.
I'm already taking my victory lap, though I'm just getting started - hustlin' - in No Exist I exist in the black hole love.

There ain't ever gonna be a wrap, cuz self is the end of history, but we just taking shape. Let go of conceived wholeness, the balanced citizen, the made-man: new tab; we exist what we creating.

The patterns of abandonment, patterns of no exist - the garden of forking paths: know it backward. Retrace 7-3-2 C.T.E C.T.E.
Self exist from self exit, like live twitter feed
U already r who u r, u r whatever u r
And it's becoming, oh baby you're so becoming
Forget the gimmicks & concepts - you're so becoming

(what is an anti-orgasmic existential moment? peer gynt with no next move, the stranger in The Stranger, a lull between fog horns)

Self exit to no exist is not enough, it's never enough, but to have faith in it.
DIY by dfault, DIY by choice, or DIY by a series of unfortunate events. Così e Così Ltd. brought to you by my doppelgänger who cut a hole into his chest, crawled inside - and came out my mouth.
i slit it's veins and bleached it's draining blood till it turned yellow.
daddy cut my hands off a century ago & said "hunt & gather berries now" / mommy cut my fingers off & said "tweet 2 ur friendz now sad boi"
saint sex, gender saint. sitting in at human extinction dinner parties.
blunt codes & abstract truths, losing a grip on this vanishing formation process
make something that even you can't make
preserving septimus / he speaks through the static of phone calls and rap radio
death by metadata / dreams of pre-crime & pre-arrest.
puff the magic ego, dredging upward from waves of rusting butterfly wings and well sheared clouds
sounds of bearded folk musicians "fuelled by cigars & whiskey" exhibit next door to: Off the Beaten Path: Violence, Women and Art ‪@wag
sound of dead birds flying / falling into the sea
Bring the demons with you / so no demons get on you, and crush on toward the obiliterated
steak in bed / red dress dreams and ring when Marina reaches for Ulay / and on the line there is nothing but the tone of a dying phone.
waiting up, illustrating gender personality stereotypes through various FB DM's.
sleeping with dead bugs / but dreaming of metamorphosing into you
thinking of all the vain & beautiful roses / sadly, possibly being eaten by sheep
my address is where the owls perch

i slowly let your swamp sway in / your romeo in milkweeds
in my dreams there is hope in recognizing reality
and what will my next meaningful failure be?
ad: is destruction right for you? choose a life today
You don't have to be (the rest of them)

accusations of self-indulgence from the self-ennobled self-righteous
appropriating pro-active words of activists for indulgent destruction and the bacchanal / getting to the point

spelling out love one misunderstanding at a time, and trying again
jogging. speed bumps as substance on the road to death
#SelfExit2014
she want him to play hard 2 get / 2 get hard
she know the game / got him so bad got nothing
(there is no embodiment in abandonment)

Oops as consequential earth-shattering moments
Mistakes making the world go round since B.C.
Your nihilism is vibrant baby
True love waits or true love creates, a creation that can & will wait no matter it's determined fate
Starting a new world that doesn't exist on google maps...


discouraging the capacity for illusion and it's claims of virtue / tho our reality is manifested by our imagination
eminent emptiness / salable nothingness
my security are stuffed animals
Have you heard of Vincent Ferrari
No Exist, No IRL
Being you, being you black hole love
thinking about guns, italians, pugs, pink sparkles, twist-tie wrists, st. norbert, sips of scotch, and birthday cake violently blowing up

it's okay to feel like a man, but man up to the history it entails
making new lives one death at a time
be nobody / be yourself
black out / white out / yellow out
feeling yourself as someone else / tasting yourself being someone else
if it was truly an exchange it would never stop
reappearance in disappearance

Body full of leaves / Have you heard of Vincent Ferrari
Body full of leaves / Have you heard of Vincent Ferrari
Body full of leaves / Have you heard of Vincent Ferrari
Body full of leaves / Have you heard of Vincent Ferrari