THE VOYAGER

THE FINAL DAY

CAN YOU HEAR ME?

CAN'T GO BACK

DECEMBER 20th

december 20th

DECEMBER TWENTY

BURN MY EYES

CARCASS

ARE YOU ENTERTAINED?

AM I? DEC. 20

WHERE IS EVERYONE? IS IT FOR NOTHINGS IS IT IS IT FUCK I CANT BREATHER FUCK YOU FUCK FYOU I SHOULDNT HAVE LISTENED TO YOU YOU RIGHTEOUS BITCH I HOPE DOGS CHEW ON YOUR ROTTEN CORPSE WHILE PASSERBYS LAUGH AT YOUR POOR EXCUSE OF AN EXISTANCE I HOPE YOU BURN.

VOYAGER SAYS

the last remains of human matter will weave into the night, while the very last memory of you will live on onto the stars above and comets to pass and you are beautiful and you are nothing and you are the sun and the moon and you are the end and you are the bridge between what is and was and nothing ever stopped it just kept going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going end goal and going and going and going andgoing and then there was

but then what it was will ever be new and never be old again? or is it just that the unravelling of eyes until the end of the clusterfuck that wrapped all our matter in a bow called time just forgot when to tell us why? why are we still here mother says its for God for money for family but does that even matter the concept of fulfilment seems distant in the current scope of things honestly if i were to decay in a nice air conditioned white room with some blank comfy sheets id be ok with that honestly.

last time i was like this, sat on the window frame i thought about everything i thought about you i thoiught of you why you, i didnt go through because of you the metakl frame hurt my thighs i guess thats funny when i jump into a pudddle of bloody rainbows will i be free? or will the conciousness seeps under the floor and ill just watch the rest unfold even without eyes was i free there in that imaginary thought?

WORDS ARRANGED IN A RYTHMIC FASHION, NORMALLY CALLED "SONGS" "TRACKS" OR EVEN "OCCULT RECORDINGS"

I'VE SEEN IT

MSpie*

THE VOYAGER, OUT DECEMBER 20TH

by PIETRO MARTINS