So we are a shell of the past.

Taxed by the global economy.

What was left behind when we took the easy way out?

A quick exit / Flüchten

Drop It Like It’s Hot

wer solltest die wärmsten sein ob nicht uns wir werden alle frieren weil müssen wir besserer teilen das ist unsere Mentalität wir sind Helden aber gefroren aber ja ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ Was würde Barbault sagen? Was muss aufhören damit wir gehen können?

What must stop so that we can go?

Rethinking targets. Questioning reason.

But o o o o o we will do it for some cupcakeS! For the cupcake ATM!!! For the luxury flex vlog!!! We will do it for a Phersora giftcard! For the digi banking digits! The SNAX!!! The hungry attention never enough never enough from the open relationship unending search for God in a parent’s face transposed onto a lost but seeking Tinder match in a Boschian G washed underworld nightclub underground sweating wading through half naked glitching NPCs let’s go back to the toilets again!!YaaaaSSSss!!!!!!1 the toilet can bring us back to the SoUrCe (crawling back into the womb of the bathroom stall.)

Adjustment. The greedy discomfort of human connection.

Turn it up to 5 because it’s a party But Turn it down to zero while we sleep. Radiator control. Hot air literally but also blah blah.

ಠ_ಠ ಠಿ_ಠ

sacrifices are private.

Keeping a friendly face with dark circled eyes that have witnessed manmade horrors beyond comprehension. Squinting in a smile.

:Berlin.

Was haben wir die Energie zu tun? What do we have the energy to do?

The Energy The Gas

The Motivation

The Libido

comes from something if not pain if not humanness fallen from Grace with jazzy fingers and gifts to share

when we name Desire it leaves so we

Search For A Desire That is Endless .

A Sword on Fire that Lays the Smackdown

to one that is willing it doesn’t hurt

Angelic purification through flames

The Mushroom That Grows

in The Ash of Fallout

an end of excess. a day seized.