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Pigment indigo can’t clear the way for your blue child Fuck your genes, your pretty consciousness We’ve got something for everyone Greasy 48 ladder steps ain’t much of a climb Fantasy of heavens fog over your eyes JC or CGJ in death still waste your time Redundancy determined, stocked nuts for winter Time only will […]
The Family
In the shadow of yesterday’s man is one side of us A binary game of snakes and ladders tempting fate Murder business mid-wives, freed from agency at one incision Stretched skin tanning, splayed upon a rash decision Through burnt lips we have drunk the broth Through eroded teeth we’ve lost control Chew what’s left that’s […]
A story without REM sleep
If you could only see what I can see Black mirror mind, if you could taste the air I breathe A sight photograph, artefacted lost moment in time If seen through the heart of an Iris, inversion The price is increased as it flees, eye of mine Through this abstraction layer you too can see […]
The Black Box
Birds fall out of the sky all the time They might love and they might cry Seasons change, it doesn’t matter Birdies never say goodbye When Kodamas mourn inside Free of mental ties that bind Going backwards not in numbers Debriding holes inside your mind Birdies fly and birdies talk Prisoners chained to their yolk […]
The Door
As I sped down the hallways I am terrified, terrified Two more stories ’til you see the door Running terrified, terrified Are we part of the system Birthing us to our doom Smoking mirrors they show us Brothers and sisters Reeling in chaos Running back to our tombs As we sped down the hallways We […]
Yellow pavers
Autumn leaves trickle down like bile Bloody bandages on trees Yellow pavers line the pathways Where we learnt to practise our disease As we are tearing through the rubble Wiping off the dust of shame The mob has found a perpetrator But only dead are here to blame Potholes fill the barren roads Where toy […]
Future Diaries: Esrever
I dashed quickly out of her greasy hands, past the bodyguard onto the street, zipping my jeans back up under the floodlamp behind my head, unsatisfied. The rain, backlit begun vacuuming back its own tears in reverse as underneath my feet, the water was gluttonously purged out by the storm drain. Innocence was gained. Time […]
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Of the Eros and Ego, an urge for construction The defective goes by his own hands The superior prototype fears death As weak of strong will, plead for destruction Short tooth cuts itself on long days His darkened skin’s been burning for years Illusory desire flickers fluorescent He sits on the corner of bed, undressed […]
Glass of Water
In slow motion Two eyes widen A glass of water hits the floor And we’re moving with slow notions In a wait for something more
Future Diaries: Mirrors Pt.1 – Introduction
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” – C.G. Jung When somebody fantasizes about an illegal action, are they a criminal? When an undesired individual features you their sexual daydream, outside of your own control, with no authorization, is it a […]
Future Diaries: One connectome under ode
One connectome, one mind. We are the future joined by experience. We walk around, and talk and see as future predictions derived from similar neural maps, guiding us in a semi organized crowd to the factory where we tie shoes. We have in fact become better than automatons in the third world and life is […]
Skip lid
If you believe you won’t perish before your descendants are torn into atoms apart, you’ll need to look at the world from a lesser distance to start to understand universal love for it is loud as a boom that’s sonic, not bourne of sexuality, nor in nature Platonic. It is an absence of anxiety which […]
From near as from far
The first photon seen in life Made of love born of violence And sheep clothing of determination Zoom out, it’s like a fractal Even a virgin’s teeth Still live between the lips She is beclawed By inheritance, hips mortal When the first half of us Swam to a new home The unlucky drowned headfirst Burned […]
Tunnels
The light at the end of the tunnel will be a train At which point you will wake up a second last time If you trust your eyes You’ll live If you trust the Logos You’ll prosper If you trust Logic Blindness and Hope will both perish Salome came of some 205 pages in a […]
Ganymede
I was Ganymede of Galileo, not of Zeus, protected by a battered skin in pits from disease of the body and glacier scars dragging across the skin from disease of the mind. Scratch the insect bite until you break skin; the itch has now gone. The insect has not. You will wake up again, unremarkable […]
Spaceman
Sleeping like a nomad at night in the international space station, they said you hit the ground headfirst if you don’t start by aiming at the low hanging fruit before flying out to Mars. With memories fragmented across the universe, past times are still well versed in all our worlds, alas the singularity may only […]
Mono
The more sources of light beam to illuminate your sides The more shadows will stalk you on the way along your strides Solo, duo, trio or quo, we are limited To seeing only mirrors of ourselves
Youth
Her eyes glimmered like green marbles rolling across a classroom floor. It was a memory that left me bruised – like the knees under her socks, which were covered in scrapes from blissfully playful and carefree ignorance; those first few strikes of exposure to the outside world. Her cracked lips smiled at me awkwardly from […]
Smoke and Mirrors
If our minds are comfortable and uninspired we will remain unevolved, like Southern marsupials, free of competition, inside a vacuum, too stagnant and stale to encourage change. For change is a forceful, effort-requiring utilitarian behaviour. For change is the reaction to discomfort. Few have enough intellectual discomfort to experience willpower. We will continue to look […]
On the explainable
An irrational, unbearable fascination. The compulsion to look into somebody’s eyes, the screen through which our perception of somebody is distorted whilst we experience the paradoxically intense desire to know them, to analyse the structure of their persona, every grain composing their skin, slopes at the peak of an ear, every web of their iris […]