sitting on the summit of a mountain of broken hearts, watching the world burn, roasting marshmallows

whistling off key sonotas and warbling dirges, tapping my toes to the beatings below, snapping fingers as they snap a neck

weapons of mass distraction, guerrilla daycare, emotional warfare, nuclear lipstick and gentle choking

shift the dynamic realtime renderings, sync the phasic interference, illuminate the intrinsic moment of ache

zoom in until the agony and ecstacy are indistinguishable, the slight sweat on the brow, the biting of the lower lip

play the audio backwards, heart break becomes arguments becomes true love, over and over again, find beauty in disaster

remake my life into this beautiful disaster