midnight ravings

you do not have to be a grey dying sparkle ... you should let the night burn in your eyes for tomorrow seems to be an illusion they have not managed to sell yet. the movements are wild, the mood is ecstatic: no theory, no law, no moral, no order of exchange, no time, no city, no history, no responsibility, no bodies. we have disrupted everything ... separated from any dreams. awake forever.

::: the road to fuck knows where :::