fractal

update:

5 4 3 2...

1

Fill in the blanks with something trite, something borrowed, something blue? Properly destructive, delightfully misanthropic, deadly deafening noise.


This time of year...this time last year...this time next year. I've never been one to panic on coming of age, those inevitable chronological changes. Silly really, other things to focus on rather than something you can't avoid.

She doesn't like crowded rooms, dark and stained with sweat. The latter is reserved for elsewhere, neverwhere, behind curtains and once upon a time there was a girl on a rooftop, pressed against cold torn tiles caulk under my nails as we clawed at the walls....once upon a time she screamed and ruled the world. She misses the warm liquid therapy.

high heels failing terribly at vegan meals, should I stop the clock and just dry fuck the second hand as it crawls along, over stylized pop ads litter all the reflections in the glass...blend black shadow round those lids paint those hands those hairs...those fucking palm trees outside make real life real time into a movie set, knock it down flat dimension - - - 5 4 3 2 1

almost a day older
those numbers turning churning

There's a web in the corner collecting it's new little inhabitants. Everyone's making friends.