all time high

we inhaled lightly breaded applause to appease eroding sinuses and nameless holes because there was no high anymore but rather the flaccid climax of a machine and the suffocating drip of transaction and the perpetual dissolve of something we once loved some days we waited for a listless celebration amongst nameless fiends belching chum into polluted waters and all we wanted was to be mutilated by the propeller of a luxury yacht or to be the chum exploding from home depot buckets blanketing an ocean without any fish left