Testo di 'Trail Guides To The New Nowhere' di Her Candane

vigorous bombardments. note to self.
catastrophic phobic empires in denial. empires nonetheless.
feel the opposite of contentness.
support this context. de-value.
is this the answer youve been searching so uselessly for.
is this time meant to last.
it was about this time, that i rewrote this style.
i told you to let go of this feeling inside us.
had some failure to go.
i wont let go of this nothing inside us.
so whats on your mind.
it wasnt what you said. it aint much in the first place.
mightve been my own.
couldve been the first face in years.
the first year i felt so dead.
the suns coming up too early. these times are dark holidays.
wasted. worthless. tired.
especially when the objects are not your own.
i live in theses urges. above vulgar urges. so why must i bow?
feeling inside us. so hollow.
while we still tried us. bleeding her open.
attend your rock and roll suicide
and stay in your comfort zone.
so no one can take your picture.
[cha-ching]
collectively, equivically boring. so detained.
and im ready for some new skin. ready for bodies in the gears.