the end comes, yet again

today it ended...broken from the start and never worth fixing despite excessive momentum into previously un-discovered territory //her smile free snapshot lacked the substance that pain is made of fragmented silhouettes of panicked and lucid ghosts are all history can swallow //her disease was infected with infinite talents, under exposed... foreign and calloused hands following the compass north... southern exposure was never worth the threat, a massive sun-driven dance of spit and liquor... tomorrow's burdens are now unglued and her techno roaming nudity can slip into the passive sea...

two perfect albums...

a teaser, a start...something to begin the process... these two albums are perfect... 1...//pink floyd "the dark side of the moon" 2...//nine inch nails "the downward spiral" ...why comes later //and there is most definitely a why