i wish you'd slap me
"fairytales don't come true, fool!"
... i wish i was sane

love crumbles worse than
any building ever has
it leaves you hopeless

there is nothing "wrong"
with criminal masterminds
it's evolution

covered in ashes
the artist's unconscious work
rising from the dead

dashing through the drops
my reflection in puddles
where is my rainbow...

the computer hums
reminding me i'm alone
absent existence

the sloth just lays there
in perfect meditation
content with his peace

the sewing machine...
the jukebox couldn't resist
she tied him in knots