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
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