the gates of thanos are spread eagle wide. you let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes out of a blind mans pacaresque heart. A mass of gallon sloth, as flys have walls for feet. a rupturous verbatim, someone said but who is to know. iconoclast had it coming for years, they know the prisons that you have yet to fear...where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag... Read More
knife me in...hobbling...talking in it's sleep again. Virulent hives...of bedpost piles...virulent hives...WHo brought me here, forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear...who turned it off?
Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils, cast in oblong arms length. The hooks have been picking their scabs, where wolves hide in the company of men.....Are you peaking in the red?
Death is very powerful right now....
Civilization is like a jetliner, noisy, burning up enormous amounts of fuel. Every imaginable and unimaginable crime and pollution had to be commited in order to make it go. Whole species were rendered extinct, whole populations dispersed. Its shadow on the waters resembles an oil slick. Birds are sucked into its jets and vaporized...
so following that, would relationships be that tiny sterile little bathroom, where its hard to get in and out of? after flushing shooting waste into the atmosphere condensating into nothing?
metaphors are good....