treadmill most days i drink and curse and break my things and don't generally give a shit. but sometimes i get sucked in. an indiana twister raging under dark green violent skies. a black hole consuming time, matter, flesh, and everything i ate for breakfast. a sheer white jet turbine, still on the... Sign in to see full entry.
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Come take a drill to my head, watch the bits of bone and flesh and brain spiral into a dizzy mist Watch the mist settle on everything around you, the first snow of the year.
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