Normal Abjekts fun Unshapeable Terror

Exit Corridor

Saucer of Solitude

The farther I plunge into a sky, the purer I feel.

Frauds like you have prevented linguistics from discovering the structural determinations which enable the painstaking transubstantiation of voices into linguistic signs.

Cognitive Blankness

Weeks become a circle.

Sunset, watching bodies waft in on the foam

I am beginning to see the humanity in people due to the widespread and rapid decrease in the abundance of multicellular organisms.

Everyday hides everyday.

For many reasons, I am sorry, and I am bored with the identity being forced upon me. Probably, I am incorrect, but to craft a skullbox of the memories one synapse at a time would be a foolish, desperate act. I am sorry. I hope you can still see I am not a bad animal.

Try these normal objects of friendless terror on for size.

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Premonitions of D'Dennis Rodman's endlessly repeated past event foretell a celestial misadventure on Planet Tallahassee. They have no right to steamroll us into extinction.

I god damn swam in thanks.

Weaponized Puzzle

Agleam with lived in mirrors, kid.

Woohoo, everything is on the verge of a blankness which precedes embodied being. We consist of impending blankness, remember?

Do not plan to die at some point.

What unexplained seduction took place alongside the bodies and violet light in that extraction point back there, specifically with the horizon of muscle and explosive nearness?

Pavlovian dogs creep me out more than anything. Slovenly knaves with your paranoid mentality tend to not take initiative with even the smallest decisions in life because you assume that avenues of action are laid out for you beforehand by a godhead.

did your own folds unknot in neon bruising straight into our best-guessed zone of forbearance?

The opening and closing of a mangled fist somehow escaped me over the course of three years. One dangling metacarpal scabbed the collar-like edge of soft tissue above my two front teeth. My folds moaned loose; you try expanding in color with the weather...

(army of one) I could go on alone for as long as i have space.