alastar
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2008 30 December :: 4.32am
:: Music: Isaac Marion's Moon Colony
I spit sacrilege through gritted teeth.
I am disconnecting from... reality. From consciousness. From tangibility. From dimensional restraints.
Thread by thread, I am tearing each stitch. Finding solvent for the glue, I pry each nail from its hole. I exhume screws from their cylindrical tombs. I am plucking staples and cutting ropes. I will deracinate the roots that attach me to the ground and degauss the magnets that are holding me down.
I am burning to be released in smoke. My name is Phlogiston.
I am the view from within a raindrop. I am the collision it has with your skin.
1 gave me something to work with |
Constructive criticism?
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