to the world from which you keep straying, you are an all-the-more refreshing fruit of gratitude. the early summer teeth of the beasts graze the inside of the room meant to be shaken by relentless sleep, and at times the rusty valley water of the metropolis traverses it as well. in the old, warped mirror that opens the night like an window, a silent fruit from the beginning, a seasonless snow fro... » Continue Reading
i dream very late. i commit suicide at 65%. my life is very cheap, it's only 20% of life for me. my life has 20% of life. it lacks arms. strings, and a few buttons. 5% is devoted to a state of semi-lucid stupor accompanied by anemic cackling. this 5% is called DADA. so life is cheap. death is a bit more expensive. but life is charming and death is equally charming. a few days ago i was at a meeti... » Continue Reading
on the side of my right earlobe, there is a slit the size of a centimeter. slit or extra flap of skin, who knows. either way, it looks utterly gross. every now and then I spend five or so minutes of my time digging my nail into the tiny pocket of skin, hoping for gold. usually, I'll be rewarded with a bit of gunk but lately - I've been gunk-poor. my first thought for fixing this problem was to no... » Continue Reading