You create yourself from nowhere. Your own Pygmalion, you draw the lines of your face, and slowly, artistically, imaginatively, the map becomes a territory.
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A shit afternoon like all others
I stand looking at the dirty tiles, there is piss all over the floor, almost knee-fucking-deep in it, a piece of gum or something lays in the corner accompanied by a lone cigarette butt and as I piss I wonder why I even go home, why I even allow another breath into my lungs, I… Continue reading A shit afternoon like all others
The Death
It creeps slowly across the tiles towards you beginning its paranoid doom You notice nothing Slowly it claims you
sky
Its like 9 when i woke up. AS my bed’s facing the window, i invariently have to catch a glimpse of the sky. There’s something different today about the emptiness, it seem so blue today. Just like its a perfect day.
Born To Death
Crouching and holding myself together, I sit with my knees against my chest while listening to the water flow around inside the tub. At first it’s just a noise that runs through your bathroom. The sound of the rushing water seems to sooth my head as I stand up, disrobe and prepare to enter the… Continue reading Born To Death