adyton punk

No stories 

I’ve been in my palms recently

Because they’re all written but give me a second 

I shouldn’t have talked 

Wouldn’t want to turn anybody off

So here I go walking again 

Self righteous sure 

I don’t want to criticize 

Let me just say I bruise easy

I have all this weight on my shoulders 

Pathetic the father 

Pathetic the son 

Pathetic the ghost 

I want to choke on my throw up when I’m hurt 

Wasted your time throwing that rock 

It hit me square but who feels worse now 

I am the labyrinth wall

So I’ll take a deep dive for Jodie Foster

I’d rather not be lukewarm with her

I say this but I shouldn’t talk 

Wouldn’t want to turn anybody off 

Walk talk walk 

Oh Oh Oh

I don know if im living or im dead

Yeah

Oh Oh Oh

I’m so lonely and I can’t even explain

Yeah

Oh Oh Oh

Feeling wasted while I drown in pain

Yeah

Oh Oh Oh

I wanna cry

Feel like I could fly

Go so high

Somewhere in my mind

But I’m drowning 

Don’t know why we’re shouting

All the time

Feel it all the time

Right behind me

Feel death wanna try me

I just wanna know x2

How to let it all go x2

Cause yeah it’s strong 

But this hearts made of gold

Don’t call my phone phone

You know I like to roam

No theme song

Don’t act like nothing’s wrong

You act so strong

Hope it comes along

Nothing wrong

Just leave my ghost alone

Just praise me

Daze me

Make me haze

Just love me

Stab my back then fuck me

Just explore me 

Ignore me then abort me

Oh Oh Oh

I’m a sweet lover sugar sweet dick pie ice cream crème balls brûlée. Right. That’s what I do. That’s what I prefer to put out there. That’s all I’m hoping to do. I want to just kiss kiss kiss. I’m right there for you. It all sounds great to me at all times. I am delusional and I don’t have bad intentions (that’s all I can pray for really). I say that then I get called a narcissist. Oh, ok, now what am I doing? I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE HOTTEST PERSON UNTIL YOU SAID THAT. I’m learning to not let it affect me because “oh the emotion” but it’s hard. Before I die in some fire or an iced tea explosion at a McDonalds, I’d like that out there. That’s as serious as I want it to get. I just wanted to show how sweet I am. I do all of this and all of everything outside of this just to say that. It’s delusional, it’s fun but it also gets me in these tough spots. Here’s my little love letter. No one loves a diva***

Suddenly, X1 felt a pleasurable release from the top of their physical body. X1 looked up and saw bioluminescent dust particles being sprayed out as a mist of numerical input. Slowly, the fragments began congregating to form something solid. The more the shape came into form, the more X1 continued to believe in the process. Euphoria upon ecstasy upon jubilee. X1 kept pumping away as they saw the creation reaching it’s final mold. During the last bend of activity, X1 felt as if they might collapse from exhaustion or sensory overload. As much as X1 wanted to succumb to the feeling of crumbling, they knew that they had to see this chain of events until the very end. X1 gave it one last big effort and there it was, in all it’s glory…[TO BE CONTINUED]. 

The 1st Host is named Nils. He was born in Sweden and raised on bumping house music. He’s more of a sadist than the 2nd Host, Max. Nils just fucks the world all day - or at least believes he does. Max is loud and lovable and cries deeply in his palms due to the void in his heart. Born and raised in LA, all he’s known is the wonderful culture of appearance upkeep. Both of them could wreck you and me if we ever tried some shit. Nils would gouge out our eyes while Max would find a way hotter new girl friend or boyfriend. Scary, and that’s why we play with something safe. They’re little wrecking balls on this sphere full of test dummies and test dummy simulacrums. That’s how they think of themselves which makes them unlikeable almost all of the time. Despite it all, people can’t stay way from these two, it seems. It’s what Josh, The Guest, sees in these two Hosts. Despite their social conscientiousness that isolates, or their brash behavior that hurts, they are never left alone. People pry here, others check in there. They’ve tried to be alone. They have. Nils takes retreats back to Sweden to decompress, yet, ends up at the same, familiar night clubs at some point during his sojourn. Max will go to Seattle in the winter to escape the SoCal sun and still end up at some house party that some barista invited him to. Social creatures, but, ultimately, net negative in what they give back to the community. They talk about it and they’re aware. They can at least say that much. On their best days, they blame it on their own pursuit for beauty. On their worst days, they gladly blame it on their God complex. Lying to themselves or perhaps just stumbling from dopamine kick to dopamine kick, they’re bulldozing around. They’re doing their best. Everything is going to be fine. We’re all going to be fine. Even Josh is going to be fine…[TO BE CONTINUED].