Trogoautoegocrat

It always starts the same way
A man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town

All those stories left unfinished as friendships fade and years drag on
All those books never written, cancelled games left unreleased and stories never told
Songs that an artist never sung, all those dreams and ambitions that never saw their beginnings

I'm nothing but I must be everything
Expiring for love is beautiful, but stupid
Your affection feels like vengeance
I was taught to hate myself before anything else
If you want to follow architecture's first rule:
Break it

Transgression
An exquisitely perverse act that never lasts
And like a caress
Is almost impossible to resist
The most excessive passion
Always involves a set of rules

A sharpened knife slips under my ribs
My insides spill onto the pavement
Mimicking an orchids field
A beautiful arrangement

We will cry over things we used to laugh
And our new wisdom will bring tears to gentle eyes
We'd find a way to hurt in heaven
Scars on a soul, like petals on a stem
Angels ain't just feathers and flesh
They come in different palettes, misophonia, sea foam, cherry bark, rose thorns
A ritual orgy where everyone explains their traumas in rhymed sworns
Why people expect art to make sense when they accept the fact that life doesn't make sense?

They say routine is death on the brain
You're not sure about all that, but every day is the same
Tomorrow morning when you get up, take a nice deep breath
It'll make you feel rotten
To really appreciate architecture you may need to commit a murder
Sensuality has been known to overcome even the most rational buildings

Architecture is defined by the actions it witnesses as much as by its walls
A murder in the streets differs from a murder in a cathedral
It's an intricate play with rules that you may break or accept
These rules have the erotic significance of bondage
The more numerous and sophisticated the restraints, the greater the pleasure

Ropes and rules
Hopes and fools
I eat and I am eaten

Architecture is an erotic art
Carry it to excess and it will reveal
Both the traces of reason and simultaneously
The sensual experience of space

Laugh hard at the absurdly evil
Fuck compose
Fuck armony
Dedicated to no one
Thanks to no one
Art is over
The world ended long ago, so we sleep some more