said

the creeps attenuate the living, the grace slips over us like an icy glass of whiskey drink
it holds onto us until we believe what we see is a dream
it blurs together of some wholesome colors, and gets the color puke
Crayola brand
puke in hair

realizing these streets connected to the trees and lampposts attached to the sky line
wires manage to seep into your home
we are held together by these invisible lines, the network of the community
our lives are just a small smudge on the timeline of everything
about 60 years for me,
no one will know we ever stepped foot on this earth.
so why do we continue trying to figure things out? because it might end up saving our asses. where is our cure for aging? it’s the future right now and we don’t have any of that cool shit the old movies promised. Ahhh the movies, engineered so precise she holds the universe between her thighs. the gateway to creating another life. so now we can all be skid marks with little splatters that make their own skid marks. maybe that would make them remember. if we have a long line of successful people in the family. then people MIGHT look back in time and see the whole families stretch marks. we try and hold on so hard for these years that are promised to leave. what can one man (or woman) do to make things better for EVERYONE? i don’t know. do you? if we all shared the same shoes it would do nothing. so we’re covered there. if you have an answer to this question please email me: justuscaruso@gmail.com
and why is it so important for human beings to want to feel remembered? after we’re dead and gone it doesn’t matter to us. is this just fairy tell propaganda that everyone needs? it may control the people but it doesn’t help me. kissing so many untouched things in the end won’t count for a god damned thing.