NefariousNebula

sorry for being slow on updates; I've been spending most of my time studying for finals and now that tomorrow is the last day of the semester, I should be able to start where I left off in making art. I'm going downtown tomorrow with friends and hopefully I will find inspiration there! this is such a strange time in my life. I've been especially angsty lately for several very valid reasons but they're EXTREMELY delayed emotions :P just gotta roll with the punches I guess. things in my life are alright, not great; I'm present, but not really there. I dunno. I guess I'm in some sort of art/mind set/moral/intellectual/spiritual/whatthefuckshou

Give me back that summer's day. Give it back, give it back. It won't come back, it won't come back. Adam thought his brother watched him secretly and the nonexistent insects he felt were crawling beneath his skin. He left the pot of boiling water on the stove alone again. Steam rising over the effervescent liquid, churning, churning. Where's the goddamn lighter? Fuck you. Every time his brother does something out of the ordinary, it pisses him off. It's his entire goddamn fault. No it's not. You know that it's yours and you deserve everything that you get. Calm down, calm down. Watch the bullet fly through the breeze, it's just an insect buzz

don't plant yourself, you'll just get uprooted and her pores will start releasing toxic fumes from the cyanide in her body, while the rats swell in new york city gutters, trample, go on no one gives a fuck, the brooding man will continue to ponder with rum flames in his eyes, waltzing in the decay of the tree he cut down. it won't come back. leave, vagabond you aren't meant to stay. flee! flee! and take a bag of american corporations with you. it's locked in the chest beneath the window sill, and it will unleash yellow. you'll have to eat and drink yellow there will be so much. breathing, sweating, vomiting yellow. and the violet boy with cur