clean

an annotated allegory

burning the words with cigarettes.

you know that it burns and you do it anyway.

they have words for people like you

they escape me at the moment, talk to a pimp and he'll find a few that fit.

I wish I had the will or energy to fight it.

It's left me a long time ago. How different things become in just these short epochs of our lifetimes.

there is a song stuck in your head but you dont want to admit it.

i dont think an emptier space could feel so full.
i've never felt a darkness so bright.
the pureness of the clean so eclipsed by the dilapidated stillness of shame

if ever there was a time to feel so calm, it is now.

the fear has been lifted and all that remains is possibility. a future.

each and every moment that you feel is returned to you when you need it.

let the clean fall through the darkest moment. it serves its purpose and will cure your ills.

promise....the local inferred exception for a reality based injection of reason. the imminent future that dawns with the pinnacle of infatuation. let the love overtake the emotional incantations of tomorrow's eventuality. time is variably irrelevant. satisfaction is temporary, but satisfactory.