working robot

I pay no attention to moistness retention and am convinced you’ll wind up in my collection.

Cancel the channel, do not subject me to these wall to wall panels. I am complete and melting in my own heat; Stepping up but watching both feet.

Deep within the confines of the furry beast I wander.

Listen listen hear the specials make sure you dont end in hell is horrible a place looks away but sees my face i cant grieve for lonely moments caught up in the things im showing

Fucked and stuck in the middle time is short but its not little and I have no concern because my sky always burns. Sun like fire ignite the sky in the hopes the mirrors smolder and the smoke flies.

I spin till I’m deep in withdrawl to within and i win lost in my own skin watchin my time slim ever nearing its end and i seek knowing a way out besides where im going

vengance cups my ear and i sit possesed while staring at a lumbering shadow. i am its imminent demise.

look listen and learn, behind the match lies the burn, ignore the wheel but watch the turn. i had an alibi, it was delicious.

the wondrous gaze of a nimble tree anchors me in a forbidden night haunted by the remnant light of a past star in my present sky

“whilst watching the rapidly fading yet glowing face of a dying angel a stray and eloquent feather caught my eye so i became distracted. later that evening, i missed american idol” - Theodore Roosevelt