Song… Words… Immemorial Loss Aversion Lays in the White, Leaking These thoughts present a particular newness previously unknowable. But I am here, a character in this dream’s seemingly unendable dream. An embryonic stage and fluid coats my body and my adderall ridden mercurial mind darts tight and hard like a slalom practitioner, resulting in a focused confusion. Everything and nothing converge on itself infinitely with no effort. I’m a cat in a Louis Wain painting, and my kaleidoscope eyes fracture light and shoot prisms of beauty through the unfathomable aether - a sentient feline trapped in animism. The moon, a metal ball hanging still, falls through the plate of a rusty blade. Ghosts, carnies, and grifters sell partial memories back to me at twice the price, and I wrap my spirit in a gray sheet of borrowed linen.
May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022
Song… Words… Immemorial Loss Aversion Lays in the White, Leaking These thoughts present a particular newness previously unknowable. But I am here, a character in this dream’s seemingly unendable dream. An embryonic stage and fluid coats my body and my adderall ridden mercurial mind darts tight and hard like a slalom practitioner, resulting in a focused confusion. Everything and nothing converge on itself infinitely with no effort. I’m a cat in a Louis Wain painting, and my kaleidoscope eyes fracture light and shoot prisms of beauty through the unfathomable aether - a sentient feline trapped in animism. The moon, a metal ball hanging still, falls through the plate of a rusty blade. Ghosts, carnies, and grifters sell partial memories back to me at twice the price, and I wrap my spirit in a gray sheet of borrowed linen.