after i turned off the tv...

A plane flew over the city and got me thinking about the end of the world, and how it sometimes doesn't feel so faraway, but that maybe that's just a part of ordinary living--the crushing sense of dying--the feeling of the towering black wave out there in the distance.

Perhaps it is every generartion's gift to think it's The Last.

shakespeare was a minx.



Annihilation: to be in love is to be snuffed out by love. When he's not here I miss him. I miss him and his chemicals. The ones he makes and the ones he causes in me.

Fucking hell it's quiet in here.



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