He removed the last piece from the board delicately, with the tips of his index finger and thumb. He then stared at it for a few seconds, as if he were weighing the benefits and losses that would no doubt arise after swallowing that one last piece whole. The piece itself was beautifully carved in the shape of a woman, dare I say, the woman of his dreams. She, the figure, started bleeding from one of its sides, as if it had been wounded by a tiny blade, a blade shaped by the words he uttered when he asked her out on a date. Staring still at her, he licked the blood, which was not blood at all, but a fruity, slightly sour, substance. A mockery of blood. As he licked he could hear the figure quietly laughing. Hurtfully laughing. At him, at his question, at the very centre of his, for lack of a better word, soul. And slowly left the piece on the table, grabbed a mallet and began to bash his own head in, expressionless, fulfilling a fate he had avoided for far too long.

Always unable to let go
Never able to let go

embrace the wheel that's been crushing souls for all of eternity

'his lips drink water
but his heart drinks wine'

Danzas en mi cabeza dónde danzó la guerra
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You dance in my head where war used to

your mouth swallows

life

the song
broken
draws the curve of your lips
sending me home

but there is no home
and all begins again

'- lo último que quería hacer era hacerme daño. Simplemente no quería sentirme más de este modo... No creía que esta sensación fuera a desaparecer en el futuro. No lo creo. Todavía no lo creo. Prefiero no sentir nada.'

Ojalá algún día nos despertemos juntos cubiertos de topos

the sailor to the Man
'smells like roaches'
cup of coffee on a napkin

The cruelty of new technologies lays in the fact that they never let you forget how lonely you actually are

Tonight

You have forsaken
All the love you've taken

Praise!

Tonight the sun is dark.

Darker.

Darkest.

Silent as the moon.

HELP ME
HELP ME

when the sun fell down
we drove back right to...

HELP ME
HELP ME

glycon is just a hand puppet


praise!

soldier-emperor,
death shall let us part

There are beasts, no, Beasts, swimming below us, quietly drifting between worlds, curious and predatory. We walk, swim, sleep 20,000 leagues above them, ignorant little packets of delicate flesh.

The future belongs to the strong. The weak inherit the here and now.

The flames devoured the sky like a hungry monster that will never be satiated

We have inherited absence