Adolescente fluorescente.

Death of seasons

Of late it's harder just to go outside, to leave this deadspace with hatred so alive. Writhing with sickness, thrown into banality, I decay. Killed by the weakness, but forced to return. Turn it off. I watch the stars as they fall from the sky. I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying. I feel the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry. Out there so quickly grows malignant tribes. Posthuman extinction excels, unrecognized. Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay. All of this hatred is ****ing real. Turn it on. It won't be all right despite what they say. Just watch the stars tonight as they disappear, disintegrate. And i disintegrate 'cause this hate is ****ing real. And i hope to shade the world as stars go out and i disintegrate. #