Sculpting obscenities from dissociated phrases. Fine-tuning ideas with a text-chisel. Carefully preserving in right-angle clouds the stained glass and sweeping curves of an inspiration who died too soon. Evenings stretched perpendicular to contentedness. A consistent echo of queasiness. Frowns populating the weeks of waiting. The static of dissonance inherent in untuned frequencies. Imaginary roads that have no right in becoming so familiar. Or so easily predictable. Pieces of life shearing away into scowls, and then dissipating forever. Trapped in a box inside a box inside a dedication to hedonism. And forced to remember the Pandora's jewel of Choice always lay within reach.
5:13 p.m. - 2023-10-06
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