Daul Kim departed. no more forking.
Nothingness. Emptiness. No sight. No sound. No life. Form without life. Leap from the wall. Life without you. I just can't seem to get a meaningful grasp. Dead end. Dead caligraph. Broken bone hands Or a fucking handle on the madness. Black adracula. No mans land. The grenade in the glovebox. The deep dark unfathomable unknowable. Lights off. Nowhere's ville. The rotting cartoon. Shite that makes a mockery of anything. No beginning. No good god. Meets the end of roads. We ever ever ever fucking try to do. Infinity colossal. Evades me insignificant. Escapes from me. Avoids light. You and me. Me and you. The gap between us.
poem by Damien Hirst read lurve magazine issue 2.