autistic

memories keep repeating themselves like a scratched record and i cant think through all the noise in my head. every fucked up thing on this dimly beautiful world is building up and up like a modern tower of babel although im not sure that there will be a god at the top to knock us back down. maybe the crescendo will keep on building ad infinitum or maybe until another zealot of another faith whose ideologies were born in love will fly a bigger faster plane into the side of it.
i didnt give blood today. i think i have a guilt complex.

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