John Lydon & morninglunch

Bitterness wipes my eyelids, while we master the grumpy old games.

With whoever comes by.

Music: John Lydon - Open Up

(Chemical Brothers Mix)

Chestris runs like sand through my fingers.

We have mastered it.

On the level 8.

Deftones' "Knife Party" have created different illustrations

and become slaughterhause on the corner of crossroads street.

We have sat in strangers' kitchen.

Smoked their cigs and drank their heavy liquid.

We would do it again.

Without any companion.

Only the smashing music pulsing and beating from the walls.

Refrigerator melting in deadly peace.

Last pair of blood sausages kneeling over the emptiness.

Haunting in this desert of cage.