Delayed onset of powdered asphyxia. Scar-tissue headaches, and the petite decompression of brain-death. Arrhythmia tattoos, as life constricts into pinholes. Misshapen bricks of cognizance painted with lines of gold filigree. Returning to Nevada after having never been, while the world flirts with the edges of an adults-only carousel. Grim diagnostics without cartographic guidance. The expansion of the plentiful-- into jouissance-- before the ostensible clockwork collapse. Hands that continue moving even as the brain withers. For even muscles can learn to hate. And remember blame.
5:27 p.m. - 2023-11-21
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