And call it a day,
my old friend. No more
to agonize anymore. Just pull the trigger,
and let the art begin.
It's so simple, isn't it? -
Don't choose at all.
Show them what text you're from.
Tunnel. Slaughterhouse. Connector.
I'm plugged into the eternity supply machine.
Beep, beep, beep, beep. The thread is breaking.
The universe is the agony of a dying god.
It makes me want to shut down.
How can I feel nothing in the midst
of the senses of matter?
lomonosov fichte kiergekor
you bitches knew why
iI didn't listen to you the wind
slices through the leaves of the sakura tree
i never need to be anywhere
the stone at the bottom of the pond
Let The Birds Mention Us...
(from the cycle of telegrics "Transcendance", July 2023)
To Memorium On Oksel OBraint
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