i must hustle cause i’m made of spoil moist rice skin thinly incases soft fluttering organs mucus coated elastic chicken bones run throughout my parcel they prop me doe-ing before the lumy screen (the screen that volunteers us all)
emaciating into my work through this communal portal i'll detonate my legend my spirit shall decant and dispel gladly in the world remaining my cadaver will become acclimated and re-meat the soil in an easy spill
no longer alienated my work will be utter
I must hustle cause I’m made of spoil moist rice skin incasing soft fluttering organs bones prop me doe-ing into lumy screen in that world I’ll emaciate my legend before in this one I re-meat the soil
I became a customer when I went to a computer store that's called "Mouse's Pad". When I learned that the man in charge died of cancer, it was very sad. He repaired and sold computers and Earnest Owens was his name. He left this world on July the 29th of 2021 and it's a **** shame. Earnest was intelligent and honest and he was also nice. When he fixed or sold a computer, he charged a fair price. I felt bad when I learned that Earnest died. He couldn't beat cancer even though he tried. Now he's in a much better place and I'm very sorry to lose my friend. It's sad to know that when I go to his shop, I will never see him again.
Dedicated to Earnest Owens (1960-2021) who died on July 29, 2021.
The controller in my hand. The power of life and death In my fingers. An imaginary world: Somehow more brutal than this; Somehow more entrancing than this. Somehow, somehow. A minute gone, An hour, A day. A lifetime Wasted. Or enjoyed?
Virtual friends Living virtual lives. Scared to open the shutters, Scared of the sunlight. Smoke hangs in the air; A nourishing vapour. Until, (Despite best efforts) Reality becomes a backseat driver Lurking in the background Impossible to ignore.