We were interchangeable parts in the American machine. We didn’t belong anywhere in particular anymore.
“she never thought of her awful luck as being anything but accidents in a very busy place.”
— the mind I was given daydreamed the story you see here.
it is about desolated cities and spiritual cannibalism and incest and lonliness and lovelessness and death and so on. Depicting you and I as beautiful monsters. Like my cells, I am small. i gravitate towards … Previous limitations are lost.
Swooning deadfalls, blankly secular. Vacant of all ideas, a blameless, symbiotic fuck. I am entranced by the movement of the fog refracting the morning light. I look from the deranged skies to the majestic, powerful sea only to take note of dimmed epitaphs, and capsized monuments.
An ever-growing, ebbing tumor. This love has abscessed. I am finished. There is so much linearity around, I fiend daily to make it unattractive. I salivate at the sound of shuffling feet, the ring of a bell. this will then induce fear. don’t hide.
dissonance between what is and what will be..
I
fell
into
the
feeling
that I
am just
a decibel of s o u n d ; Universal sighs echoing on and on and on.
