the other place

been caught drinking grass ... the tissue fills my inner body. it burns. it hides. a re:design. fresh as pain. interested in sex, death, degradation and power. all the houses in the city burn, i see their naked flesh. the streets are broken, the crowds are violent. you have seen it coming but you have not fled. the police is useless, empty. got another gun brother? no i don't think so. i won't disappear. and i won't be captured. i will just lay low and wait for them to come. this is my other place. uncorrupted and safe.

::: breathe :::