crash and burn.

our memories are slowly sinking gravestones. the tombs of faces and places that are dead in our mind. love is a chemical reaction to stimulus. the heart is merely a muscle. moments appear genuine. they are anything but. they will always fade and make you remember why you killed them all in the first place. the falsity of the human soul is widespread and disheartening. loyalty and appreciation are now archaic ideals. held true by the suckers of the world who remain human in a digital age of impersonal communication. who only have but a human heart to offer. this is all a load of shit. everything that ever means anything will be lost. insignificant moments in time. they consume days or decades. and they all mean nothing. we all know it. and we all still hold on for dear life. hoping for luck in a crap shoot. you are born alone. you will die alone. and everything in between is a deception. rich or poor. struggle or excess. it is all the same load of shit. so suck it up buttercup. suck the cock of life. forced down your throat like a battered wife. we are buried alive from conception. neck deep in this private pyle world of shit. gone and forgotten in the blink of an eye.