This Is Not The Pure Aesthetic

When you slice the neck

the heart keeps pumping

and the blood flies everywhere,

it covers the face



And if you're in the jungle

the mosquitoes swarm down

and cover the face.



And if you're surrounded by smoke

use a knife more than the gun

and the more you kill

the more materialize out of the dark

the grey dark.



In a vacuum like a videogame,

and the more you kill

the further away you move.

Those are plastic mosquitoes

and well-practiced screams.

My children live on TV-screens and bars,

and all the action is wasted,

wasted, pointless, all alone.



Empty removes from emptiness.

The pure aesthetic is magic,

and magic is a pseudo illusion

of getting something from nothing.