everyones watching now your anxious miracle ascend and unbuckle
fine and tipped precise mathematical calculation; immathematical uncoupling
i could never describe your event horizon, the singular or the plural

the halftones comprised the smudged edifice that endured unscatched from scene to scene and vista to vista on the display.it stood to reason to have this tongue cut out a moment longer, perhaps another moment still, three-one-thousand. every piece of now former pysches were all remembered as oxididized, flaking copper uncoiling amongst a dust cloud created by the itself that had preceded it. searing in a warm and damp uncomfort. but by reduction this boil never quite came up over the top of the side. a pocket half of what partially filled it full of loose change from three of his transactions from four days of his life prior to now shifted in his pocket and sent its reverberations against itself, like a lazy molecular collision, just as he had shifted the fabric wrapped round his body, its own less noticeable reverberations preceding the change and its attendant shift as a result of the changed center of gravity within a small corner of this fabric. and in the return to near silence, save the hums and whirs of the living room and not distant sirens out his window, nearly half his loss [now more alert and incisive] seemed charitable. he needed only shuck the shells of the other near half to perhaps see them in quite the same way.


archimedes whispered every third word, with a rest and a fill taking irregular turns at his barely engaged larynx, visualizing the dredging of a lake or at best his imagination of how such a moment would appear (not so much consciously as automatic). a metaphor unaware on account of its brainstem level of intent, a word sometimes revealed at lake's bottom but how many more being scratched out by this fuzzy apparatus, only a basic concept of the relevant mechanical operation.

heads cut off

separate rails channeling our inconsistency. all mannequin animation, no truth in objective-destination. as a tide crashes against shore random rivulets tracing the shrinking trace of your smallest toe long departed now from the sand. foam and splash beautifully washing away a moment which in its geological time would be considered to have not existed for lack of defintion.

text dump

he chewed anxiously on the end of the reciever. usually it's not something to chew on but the plastic, with its specific intended purpose being
simultaneously engaged at his tactile direction, scraped against his molars and canines on his right with a nervous, private rhythm only he could percieve
as the vibrations reverberated through his jaw and then onto his skull. and every now and again the holes in the plastic opposite the microphone would fill
for a moment with a plug of enamel and saliva.
peering listlessly through a glass window; dusty skein obscuring ugly and incoherence.
chattel steeds roam listlessly through a glass window.
a tavern on a hill deep inside of a forest; a gaze alight, true and disintegrat--
blood merely detail, gasping vacuum and empty.
the small tangent of sundered occlusion unopened--pawed at endlessly, small tears in the packaging.
no one is beside me, the earth below and beside unsure and magnetic, repelling the finest particles.
she answered on the fifteenth ring, an initial greeting, empty, as it was, goes unanswered. his spirit so engulfed in consumptive reverie. second solemn cry for acknowledgement roots electrically in his ear, a thought carried over from his departure from purposed intent wonders if that fifteenth ring, which he had counted unconsciously, in its abruptness had been heard from her station of their shared electron stream.

prashtun

i dont know why its always ecome so old and obotic
in the era epoch of study presence relevant attention attraction
if its a strike against

i dont know why i've simpy become cold and alcoholic
recieve process correctly accurate perception transmission
you make me smile

hey ive got an idea

more than every so often its a heartwarming story of personal redemption and a change towards good fortune that causes them they, et al to turn their heads just a little bit sideways

ordinarily whats just a minor inconvenience in these cases as inoften as they come might instead put a little quivering smile at the corner of your mouth, it happens to most everyone though it's not much expected

if we all had perfectly round and spherical heads in euclidean space this whole thing would be lost on us because we couldn't turn our heads sideways they'd just look the same

unless we put stickers or something on our heads
our maybe eyes or a mouth
or some other face things

lets do it

i still exist

had a dying off of a parallel its unfortunate intersect
want to squeeze soundwaves towards tensidyll, tidy. senile
don't edge yin obvious, deified logjam telegraphs dispensation
send recieve process send recive

fingertips are activating things the limiting factor is the .. the...
the decision you made to decide how big your fingertips were and what part of your body that is and was before you may have changed your mind
if you change your mind and then you are just activating stuff watch out it might turn out badly.

did you know that when you activate your bed (no you haven't ever done it) it's likely that it will be as surprised as you are that it got activated, by you no less!
what