>the fragrance hangs in the air like a suspended web, capturing our phosphorescent stares and trembling lips. observe as we, insect-like, resist futilely against the gravitation of glistening lines. with every winged effort, we become one step closer to liberating ourselves from the intoxicating stickiness. we survive, yet the spider starves.
>one more robot learns to be something more than a machine when it tries the way it does make it seem like it can love… cause it’s hard to say what’s real when you know the way you feel is it wrong to think it’s love when it tries the way it does…
>things i come up with when i’m falling asleep: i would like to write a haiku about haiku meta-poetry i considered adding an exclamation point after the last line, but i think [for aesthetic reasons] that it should only exist in the version in my head, and not on the written page. but when you … Continue reading
>a saturation of color… when everything hits at once, when your eyes cannot hold back the tears, is when the forms start coming into focus. outlines shaded in yellow and mauve signal the end, and the start, of all that has been and all that will become. you want the shadows to remain, but they … Continue reading
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