rip all my hairs out hoping they access a brain cell to help me wipe my memory like a shaun white, snow tidal wipeout
strand by strand hoping to find a destresser to pull the plug of my brain's photobooks
you catalyze my grief and a cobweb nostalgia
silk an admired commodity yet **** out by a creature who has it handed to it at aggregated birth
stuck in this mess
but i have my fist clenched around a web which is as adhesive as a 48 hour hardened glue
glued to you but i'm acetone fused and it's only a serum's distance to an isle of distant cries , haunting melodies of f# major vocal hymns and
a sand filled paradise where wild life flies and quick sand awaits to offer a gorgeous, satin, embodiment of warmth.
yours deceivingly..
that good old horrendous feeling
ASSetone