mountain city yellows they re not on the grounds they re in the walls this loneliness is so distracting i m barely missing you at all will i survive the easter in this sloughy womb of noxious isolation no i can feel the sabers now in my illusionary casket now your charming little virus is getting all your attention as i drag my chair up to the window to absorb some solar lashings it s your saint s name day tomorrow but last year s paper wasps they are not living anymore why should i be scorned like some catalyst for famines when it s me who s been exiled in apartments oh must i always be chaos arpeggiating mountain city yellows i see them glitching through the floor the minotaur of self abuse can t pick himself up anymore your last violent freak out was a eulogy to us i was truly touched that you still cared enough to throw psychotic fits and now i m sparring with the no one the void the vacuum of conscience as i mine the rust of my celebrity with snarls and mock laughter i have the sense that you re wanting me to chase you but what s the point we can t be together without starting a row why should i be scorned like some catalyst for famines when it s me who s been exiled in apartments oh must i always be chaos arpeggiating why should i be scorned like some catalyst for famines when it s me who s been exiled in apartments oh must i always be chaos arpeggiating chaos arpeggiating chaos arpeggiating me1