kaleidoscopeHave you noticed that, in a dark room, the absence of light is not actually black at all?kaleidoscope
It is, in fact, a murky shade of watered down grey, filigreed with specks of light. Unless it is merely my imagination, which I am sure it is not, these specks buzz and vibrate. Continuously.
Now at exactly 2:07 am on a Tuesday morning, in the endless hours of insomnia, whilst suffocating in the swirls of screwed up thoughts that surround my sleepless head, the incessant and relentless whining and droning of these godforsaken specks of light are enough to drive anyone’s mind from the moist home in their head to a plac
Oh no.Oh no.Oh no.
This has all just been one unexcusable mistake. A miscalculation of clarity. A misjudgement of character. A situation clearly not in contrast.
I must have been drunk for too long. I am certain the world did not look like this a month ago.
Heavy with the weight of pondwater and death, an oil stained pigeon sinks into saturated filth. Horrified, yet paralysed with facination, I cannot ply my fixed eyes from the carcass. Is this some awful proleptic vision? Or is that putrid mass of feathers really there? I must have been drunk for too long.
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| "This is a yen of the brain alone, a need without feeling and without body, earthbound ghost need, rancid ectoplasm swept out by an old junky coughing and spitting in the sick morning" |
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All the pretty people lie. Innocence is out of style... Are we fallen now?
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