Tabula Rasa

Crowded pavement and unfamiliar scenes
Lining squares of electrons consuming human
Tounge made out of rotten sushi and chips
Verbs, consonants, and enumerations in a hectic whirl pool

The individual bravement of shining
The collective battle of comforming

Craves grinding leaves to leave consciousness
Idols predicament and self-discontents

Losing buffer clicks, gaining discomforting firewalls

I'm heavily fucked up

And I wish you were here






*Dedicated to the betterment of past and the sorrow of tommorow