I dreamt the world was going to end. A dream I have never had, a thought I do not indulge. A prospect that is foreign to me ( Read more... )

Not a thing to say. Not a thing to say at all.

For months now I have had an urge to write on my skin. Whenever this urge comes I remember a quote "the worst thing you can do is be normal" I cannot claim that is exact, but it gets the point across. Then I contemplate what is considered normal. I look at these people that are "normal" and I ask, are they happy? A nation of consumerism has certain ( Read more... )

Goes without saying, shot out my eyes, played dice and won nothing short of eternity ( Read more... )

Day 1: 15:46 [Inside tent ( Read more... )

A well timed introduction to hell in various flavors of vaguely recalled misfortune. Something amiss akin to that which is travesty like nukes falling into ice cream on a cold summer day, and we always remember the mime and dentist, if my box were invisible I would paint it red and if I had a teddy bear I'd chance to stuff him with organs and love ( Read more... )

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The hours of are nature slow and sicked, words twisted deadly and there was a hole here, I am not, nor is it, and I wish that which does not exist, would chance to leave me be. Darkness has eyes deemed me appropriate. Shall blind, the threads are illegible, inlays over vision, I see, etching, the words, everywhere, in red, haunt ( Read more... )

Today is uncomfortable. There was a hole here. It is gone now.

I take showers with ants. I sleep with spiders, I walk with wasps and there is a charming mantis I discuss religion with on the weekends.