What Stays... Hides

Self Loathing,

     Outskirts of Vegas, Degeneration realm of lights never wanted to visit any place in the world less, Where the pornography of everything runs flesh exposure rogue of distinction signals to every sense that doesn't matter informing consciousness that lust above all else must be performed orally upon Averice, A monetary green text over black systems flag digitally rendered wet hand job dream for endless sunny death day after Sandcastle Earth has fallen into disarray from the pollution of choice made on behalf of profit; synonym for war and victim blaming sending adult derivatives of children to rehabilitation no help from either wing or their family centres on the edge of a neighbouring could give less a damn  town already run off filled to the brim immoral trenches...

What stays in your head... Hides in your head.

     Expanding internal false monologue flex of a comfortable conscience of one universe emitting a nebula of take... Take, Take... Show no empathy, never give until in death you surrender and your life shall you have neglected to forecast the unholy nether storm exposure of frozen will numbing fingers upon your awareness... The misery signals you took every trench warfare upon your own soul step, avoided until... Regret upon death's only payable debt bed, for all the pornography in life you ingested without regard for fairy tale story of a partner and wife neglected; Oh greedy fly.

In earnest anticipation of,