Reality Spasm (13 hours)

They call it reality spasm, come purple ghost rising to the ceiling. A blaze of heat, some ferocious trick devouring the mind. Once your there your home, 13 hours to catch the last fall back into your body. Comes like clockwork, a sick joke counting backwards to the punchline. It issues it sentence and once… Continue reading Reality Spasm (13 hours)


Rape my vulnerable disillusioned state again, Disclose your obvious intentions and carry out this precarious performance, Your instinctive seduction elapses with perpetual insufficiencies of conscience and compassion, The friction of the your heated caress lingers as my tolerance is compromised