The moon gnaws through the fog with aluminium teeth. It sends me Morse code epiphanies about the cult of the new and shiny. I retire and swallow a handful of vanity pills, not remembering why, or what they signify. I spend my strung out amphetamine high recklessly. A piece of my mortality bartered away for instant gratification. I squint against the lunar light and force-download myself into forgetfulness.
11:56 p.m. - 2015-10-27
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