Fuck your neon,

the light's so bright,

there's nothing else.

A gaudy sham

levied at the eyes of the

petulant give-me-more


Altars to excess:

When a space is forced wide

it becomes harder and harder

to fill.

We can't know peace,

know satisfaction, when

a hollow surfeit is forced

upon us.

Why have less when you could

have more?

Fuck your neon.

Choose the stars, the moon,

the sun;

anything more solid than the

illusion of light.

Choose a life over

a lifetime of

shot glass deaths.