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The milk is warm and its aroma is a delight, adorned with lumpy freckles and embraced by a corrupted sweetness, bitter medieval torture, defeated syrup. In the white estuary the bacteria bathe, my stomach overflows with mycelium, branching out like a fever. They abused my hospitality and took root in my veins without mercy. My heart is poisoned, the milk is fermenting, my eyes are cracking, and mycelium breathes from my lips, waiting for the light of the sun; idiot, not while I am here, winter will be eternal, and the fog will cover the king of light, lover of the vernal.
Winter 2010, monday 16th.
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Emma Discovery
ur a genius
oye eso fue lindo, me vas a hacer ruborizar
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MadzClem
I never really liked oatmeal too much, I feel like it's one of those foods you have to be in the mood for but your writing is beautiful. Taking a rather boring and dull looking breakfast and using it to describe a visceral image, that is very coolio.
la avena a veces es divertida. Imagina que es un lago de magma, después vierte en ella un morro de azúcar morena y espera a que se sumerja lentamente, imagina que es un peñasco volcánico donde los protagonistas de tu fantasioso cortometraje están luchando por no caer por los bordes, pero todos saben que al final, el peñasco de azúcar se sumergirá hasta el fondo del lago de magma, y no tendrán escapatoria ¿O sí? el giro de trama lo decides tú. XD
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