a break out preformance in the form of a break down.
when i was little i wanted to be a grown up when i grew up.
imagination wasn't my strong point.
i think now i'm going to just skip the whole thing.
the other day i heard my grandmother whispering my name.
it's getting harder to tell the difference between my mind and my ears.
between yes and no.
eveything is a paler shade of black.
i'm finding my reality and my imagination are smearing into each other.
you have nothing in your hands
any power you have
comes to you from far beyond
everything is fixed
and you can't change it
where is the church of judas iscariot?