KlaxonLithology

A vigil free of fine leather captivity can be found floating along fragments of an aether fever-borne deception.  I am free. Dirty fingers smear layered grime-cake in search of some soft purgation, the kind provided in a gentle carcinogen nestled just underneath the skin. It is a long way from gasping in miasmatic indifference but this is the enigma, the method of fleeing.  It is not your fault. Not everything can be reduced to rosebud syllogism, interleaving petals and sunshine threads that tie all these disparate fractions and force you to conclude that it all works out somewhere.  I was told wa

Trickled flesh down stair-steps, there is a necessity in this sustaining flow. It is for remembering. Primal color smeared on Terra enforces disorder on the circle of growth and decay.  An accident of chance: unwanted. This is the weathering edict that belies insight in the place of isolation. That which is dissimilar is not the same. Fine-thread indifference birthed in justice wrought through words, writ in rouge, scarlet wellsprings beneath plastic smiles lend voice to reason. Few recall fear in the eyes of the mind-killer; It is the taste of continuation. One-by-one they will consume their own. This is the ink in the world o