All my brothers I've ever killed

Viscosity and dirt has never been so beautiful. I’ve been thinking about you for thousands of years but you have just been born. After light there comes darkness and after my brothers the redemption has come I have always been wondering about the difference between envy and good will – it might be the same. With Necromancy somewhere in the background I eat my soup, lit the candles in your intention and rip some papers off the wall. I was told at school that forgiveness brings a relief but I only felt remorse. I had never felt there was anything I could change. I was tying my shoes on the peg avoiding their looks_ I just wanted some clouds to burn thin eyelids. I have 4 matches in my pocket – they won’t be useful today. I’ve digged a grave for swirl or... my brothers – I’ll decide tomorrow. That won’t be easy as npc is drilling a hole in my head when there is Atari Teenage Riot in my headphones... I fall asleep. The next day is like a prayer for survival , I take my board and leave. If I could choose my own avatar that would be Rick Owens but why should I limit myself if I can pretend to be anyone. Truth. It is a curse to be like anyone else , however, the fear factor is keeping me alive. My mum keeps telling me that Rocco Sifredi is a pervert but I prefer watching ‘Anatomy of Hell’ on the Internet Explorer to her crappy ‘Out of Africa’ movie. When I think about revenge I feel tremors inside my body I might finally leave my room tomorrow. Now, please, just Hug me Spit me out Lose me Offend me Now or.... Viscosity and dirt will never be so ..... liberating