My two days equals one billions of your revolutions.
You have melted me,
and you have poured violence.
Violence…rage through the platinums.
Milkshakes and cupcakes…all along my obscene skull,
I am being floated by minefields and plastic evolutions…
There’s continuum before… there’s continuum after,
I am expanding with lights of unshaped kids.
I too am responsible for filling the space.