JUDICIOUS, BEAUTIFUL, AUGMENTED WHATEVER


derepresent
6:42 a.m.//12.08.07


The beautiful distraction has left me down with the stars. We're empty souls with empty means, to transcend, to come clean. This is what's left. The end of the night. Like it all never happened. With a mind full of nothing to look forward to. The ever-present lie.

How does one come clean
when there's
always filth?


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