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[anangellostitswings]

two-tone perseveration

DUALITY SONG

EVERYBODY’S LONDON

TURNS EARTHBOUND

‘and yes, it was good to dig a bit

around all that but it’s all over and

done with——‘

“I” THEORETISATION 

COMPLEXITY COMPLEX

ALL ALONE

IN LIBRARY

‘Wow we keep missing each other

Gonna be up for a little bit’

HATE REMINISCENCE 

DIVING BACKWARDS

INTO HATEWORLD

FAUCET INSOMNIAC

(with) EXTENDED PALM

Come on, take me as I am now

You know my favourite time is now

[anangellostitswings]

FLATLINE REMOTE CONTROL

i fill my head with things that flatline until i

can say with ease there is no more space today

there is no more room for it

and i was trying to write pain but couldn’t even look at the word anymore

i turn my back to all that pierces me but

pierce myself just to have a look from time to time

i don’t know why just to check just to look for crumbs

when i see a fox outside the london streets it feels like a lucky sign like

they are also looking for crumbs and when a mind that has been numbed well enough

sees one thing that looks like another it goes

yes that is my destiny i too shall become the fox you will hear me

scream for my life at night and you will walk home faster because

you will be scared and you won’t be sure if the sound is coming from

a human or an animal but there is no point in finding out really because

that is what you will do

you will walk home faster

[anangellostitswings]

hyper permanency

an itch that scratches itself my itch that eats itself you are probably the most pessimistic person i know i know i know it’s because from vertebrae which interlock too closely always just like myself to teenager chest embedded in my now lucky number chest i am hollow

they say twenty two is a lucky number and i see it in the stars scattered in brighton on a chinese restaurant wall front for example the seaside was beautiful but it could not fill me up the salty air was simply too dry all i brought home with me were cold stones

it’s a void that fills itself with nothing

remember when i was so convinced of that dream i was so certain all it took was a black clover or willpower, a determinacy that would rest on hiroshima maps but the young dream fades away too it contaminates everything

there is a loop in my mind a remnant from all the music i overplay

it says i am okay i am okay i am okay and i am i think sometimes small things trickle through

i said it somewhere before my heart didn’t need to be broken it was simply punctured with the thinnest needle and now i cannot hold up whatever is in me i slowly pour out everywhere in life

i make a mess everywhere i go i couldn’t stop laughing at the fact that i always consciously or unconsciously take the most difficult path unconsciously like i said you cannot trust me with everything but i promise i will make the prettiest mess you have ever seen