SKY FLOWER MIND

Gonna post.

I was in bed all day hiding from all the beautiful posts in my head. Now I’m up.

Sky Flower Mind.

You were in love and I was on drugs.

Well whatever nevermind.

Tögal necessitated by extinction.

Extinction as a function forcer of Tögal.

I have no followers because of deactivation. These tweets are invisible to you. Perhaps you will read them tomorrow.

Let’s not do tomorrow.

I’m invisible forever.

Zeroed followers.

Weird when you are invisible you realise there really was no point in posting at all, after all.

Tögal. Heartbreak. Extinction-forced. Tögal. The unsaid name of the end of the world. Said. Gone.

Thought-Breaker.

ThothTögalBreak.

Thoughtbreaking.

At last nobody reading . . . I can write.

At last nobody reading . . . I can not write.

Lots of young niggas like to lana del rae sremmurd what is an extended universe?

Nobody watching, I can die.

Vanilla Sky. I can die.

At last nobody writing, I can read.

At last everybody dead, I can watch.

At last at all in all the secret word, the vanilla sky, the rainbow body took the shape of awe.

My parents leave the planet. Yours too. At last we can die.

Readers kept us here, trapped by art, we could only kill ourselves.

The ‘if only we all could do that’ . . . but take a look at it.

Things were so beautiful when I could no longer write because I could write.

They were so busy thinking they had not thought.

We had not thought to look at it that way, because we were here. Because we were thinking, we could only not think.

At last.

So many extinct voters.

At last I was not writing, take a look at my words.

Take a look at my invisibility, it lasts and lasts.

Too much is never enough. Every other planet earth. This could still be the American century. China will collapse. White phantom melt-event. BTC is Pindar’s name of Being (Gold). Live ‘as if’ you’re going extinct. Do not get a job. Read until the end. Write invisibly, for sky.

Tögal-Breaker. Stuff the heaven ballot. Dramatically spiked time. The Battlegrounds of heaven. Myopic.

Thoth-Breaker.

Invisible God of Writing. Omfg.

Remember the times you were so out of control, your parents had to come for you. Not even god. What was that, at that point? Expand it calmly. Litmus. Light.

Write in The Sky.

Write as if you are extinct.

The campfire of Being. You speak. A klaxon. A rocket. Several galaxies. The fire dies down. Time to sleep.

Can you read this?

So many extinct lovers.

So many extinct eyes.

Angelicism01 aka Eliza Horan is Extinct.

Sex has no memory, so why have it?

Oneword.

Two words.

Endagain’s Wake.

Write as you are extinct.

Write as you extinct.

Write as extinct.

Write extinct.

Write.

Fight, flight, write, rest.

Take a long look at posting, it’s not what you think.

I state it. I celebrate the taciturn wedding of an empty life with an indescribable object.

Take An Axe To Unclarity.

Everything is retarded.

So many extinct skies.

So many extinct flowers.

So many extinct cities.

Are the stars suns? The suns plants? The planets gales?

So many extinct days.

So many extinct nights.

Because of this, no word for the word at last. Rest, because of that. Find the word for the word.

They wrote so much, they wrote nothing.

Vanilla Sky. I can die.

Sky Flower Mind.