i am falling. i am going to fall. i touched the core. i am falling. i will fall. i have fallen, i am falling. i will touch the core. i will. i have. i am. falling. falling. falling. falling. oooooo...
Shut up. Get a job. Fuck something. Hunt an animal for sport. Chew on dog bones. Chew on dog bones. Feed the decomposers. Crawl into the dirt as deep as you can go until your frostbitten fingers break off on the endless plane of planetary innards. Go deeper. Go deeper. Go deeper.
My eyes eat colors. All the time. Greedy bastards. "Keep eating like that," I say, "and you'll turn into the platonic concept of color itself, and we're all going to have a real problem with all this light and only color to observe it (which is not eyes)". But do they listen. No.
due to public pressure, i think it's time to reveal that i'm finally embracing the insect diet. i feel great. barring the beetle exoskeletons stuck in my teeth, this seems like a good move. like popcorn kernels. yes. i should have known that the insect diet was the
I HATE cars. I HATE I HATE I HATE cars. car owners should be caved in.What about the horses? The Camels? The alpacas (fringe, but yes?)? herein lies an ultimatum. Rip up the roads. Just glass. Walk your freedom loving ass across the street in bare feet without looking both ways
the room breathes. expanding. withering. expanding. withering. nothing but a microwave, a ball of yarn and you, encased by inscrutable walls in a vomit green finish, wearing nothing but fabric and looking at nothing but lens