"Cigarettes"

"Cigarettes"

We are Flies.

As pure as snow, we are flies.

A mass of re invented leisure , misled and cut out like paper mache dolls, contending with the idea that we need the volume of silence turned up louder, because the wind seems to blow us away with its booming gusts and violent sways.

The same audible sound as of bombshells to the clasped ground, as of finger tips hitting stringed instrument, as of flesh to flesh.

This is the part where we turn into robots, and our hearts turn to machine hearts and our minds' to machine minds, we enter the program and default our lives to non human.

We live blind and happy.

Written By Adam Guerra

Posted 06/06/12