We have sacrificed freedom upon immovable alters White runny paint is our animalistic blood We decorate where we pray frescos, mosaics, Crete’s naturalistic landscapes imitation only because we are unsatisfied with the un-safety inherent in Earth’s identity.
look at the wall imagine your lover on the other side hold your hand to it imagine your finger tips touching through the plaster now see her dead mutilated on the ground in a ****** pool because you couldn’t reach over the wall
the City is a masquerade ball things hide behind brick masks who knows you could **** a tenement building with a Mac truck like an aristocrat penetrating his princess late into Moon’s rise and find a thousand thousand beetles and cockroaches streaming out of the hole and prisoners who haven’t seen the sun in years
we are humans no longer natural, caged. no longer aware, lost no longer real, facades.