Animals are better than people 

But animals are not akin in flesh

Human skin

Caught in my grin

Like the dead in Kensington 

Oh what a wonderful fucked up world

When you hang you do a little twirl

Less elegant than a ballet girl 

Best and brightest stars, 

too little in between 

Burn bright; live fast and die fast too

This is a stupid fetish 

Post-mortem iconoclasts become black holes

Does their influence reverberate or pull in?

After all the most powerful ones collapse into said singularities. 

Pictures of celluloid

Silver-screen dopamine-tweaked nostalgia

Life is not a dream, darling this isn't a game