could use some poison/noises

maybe i do not need to sleep at all. because we are off-limits here. and the law is weak here in the same time. all because of corruption. it eats our bodies night and day. and in the meantime, we swallow the blue sun, inhale orchids and dream of penetration. this continent is full of boring streets; no open space at all, he said. there's no medication against that, she said. the world is withering, my word on that, announced an elderly man. it's like an endless autumn: empty anticipation of yet another winter to come. the universal fall.

::: the call to arm was never true time to abide here to you :::