it's a dark corridor ending in an angry mouth we must all pass through passengers of linear crime feeling an exhausting hollow pull
25/01/25 [ earlier version : we walk down a dark corridor / toward an angry mouth/passengers of linear time/we must pass through/assisted by a hollow pull]
erasing he rubbed and grubbed himself out groinally built up with huffs and gummings of dead skin all over his body in his mind mothy thoughts became dust laden and a glut of clay amassed in the gut all this in tomb with his sole role and room
tut-tut he did it to himself this is his wealth and his jury peers back through time into the wound kick started it all with excessive candy consumption and aggressive firestarting and compulsive theft and blendlessness and obliving ever worried ever unmended arc back through the heart and refine the child as unfeigning and correctly naive
so..like what we discussed the other day 'to feel so infect-able' i mean, cool concept and all but you said you get it and-and that's how i feel you know ; all of the time ... like my brain is open and unprotected floods of **** other guys say or **** i read online stuff doesn't even make sense they're just chewing on a mouthful of teeth and it imbeds gets right in the jelly and sticks around and it has nothing to do with anything but i'll spend the day with my mood crumpled about some nasty '*******' directors behaviour on a film set ... when ...you know it's not even a film i'm interested in seeing and-and there's so much **** right at our front door we could help with that but.. it's this irrelevant stuff that's what i'm occupied with am i just that vulnerable ? i'm an adult.. i should function without this damage ... get back to me as soon as you can ; i'm freaking man !….. you know what ? this is what's important and this is why we talk friends .. in the real world .. you know such as it is ...left mucking stale turns before dawning a birth pleasing as drawing in a vital breath or something... ...i just.. i just want it back re-sleeve me i miss the world why did it leave me behind ? remind me i looked in on it and there's no **** hotel in here no airport lounge / midnite swimming pool / abandoned zoo / empty theatre no hollow feeds of subway tunnels no void on anything where's my basic program ? not even a grid of human planted fir trees or a giants causeway or some cellular honeycomb or some mad carpet design i lost the pattern tap i'm off the leash man it's all a mess a disarray organic chaos a foreign something that doesn't want me to connect i want to live like i’m part of the solution but each day in struggle it seems i'm increasingly an aspect of the problem i need to be reigned in and reassigned a post policed police me i croon for policing i am untrustworthy an emulsion of self deception (what does that even mean ?) spinning turns in quick fix habits i look at these hands and if I could dream these hands they’d be magicians of value get back to me man ! i miss yupping with you this is the important stuff
fast paced negative space- -invades our idle play- -of kingdom enraged and boredom- -engaged transitional teenage tup-dut- -fertile breeding and recoding- -embers of prior thieves an inflamed race fast paced
