lashes of the tongue run across cigarette ash on shitty glass coffee tables. it’s a strange thing to digest the remarks of people close to you, body temple magistrates are poison sellers, degree holding maniacs with abstractions the constrict your throat. it’s fine to be here sometimes, when the temperature is pleasing and the sky […]
the interior of our being during this strange time seems hostile, alien, unknowable. many of us seem to be plagued by nightmares and anxieties, and to have the willpower to do anything besides indulge in media and vices requires seemingly Herculean effort. i have many friends who claim they have nothing to do: that they […]
there’s been whisperings of your posturing, you see. wet whispers in the dying light of faded bulbs and aimless insects floating about. mechanical fascination with light. that’s what you remind me of. and there are times, and there are times, and there are times, pointless though they may be, language which obfuscates and points away […]
there is a soft contortion in the lower back, and the muscles across the body begin to vibrate violently. eyes open and pupils dilate, the air becomes compressed, lungs explode and the liver becomes enlarged, the forehead starts to burn and flesh melts away until that third eye presents itself for all others to see: […]
i felt like dying today. like most people i think, death is constantly echoing in my internal dialogue with myself, always bouncing and reverberating off the same old walls: (mostly) self-imposed isolation, disdain for society as-it-currently-exists, the incessant hum of self-doubt and hatred towards the unkind “Other” existing with little regard for all that surrounds […]
nu-age 