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Dear Reader, Know, as you read this it doesn't matter. Stop now. There is absolutely no point. If this letter was added to every book ever published from now until a future unknown, or a copy of it was added to every computer in existence, it wouldn't matter. If this one letter influenced the whole of human evolution, each individual life from now until humanity ceases to exist, it still wouldn't matter. It seems every second of every day is spent trying to leave some sort of mark, like histo...

Gnawing at the necessity to see clearly beyond a horizontal image rising out of the murky screen screaming as a backlash against a sinking tide plunging into a reversal of agony lying in a cloud made of granite a field of decadence decaying inwards setting my insides searing a hole at the center of absently minded monograms tilted into perspective

sleep induced insomniac cannibals a beautiful blemish as a insolent third eye an apple on your head seducing a poisoned arrow whispering in braille that the world is blind self-sustained robot gods of an analogue future a self-portrait of what you never were is the mirror that is a doorway to where you can never be now no one won the televised freedom of terrible papercuts in the nuclear halo of half-life decay

He opens his eyes for the first time in days. The same white walls. No matter where he moves, always he is greeted by the same smoke stained white walled tomb. Overwhelming dullness. The mirror, shy and fearful, reflects more and more of the wall and less and less of anything that could be identified as living. He brushes his teeth, more of a ritual than anything. His jaws have become a mortar and pestle making fairy dust for aborted children and the kids who never get adopted and know it's n...

unilateral sedation sewn into the sky sleep coated dreams encasing my wake as if it were merely reality forest entombed in memory unknown wilting away like the day off that wasn't a day at all a splintered lycanthropy of noise decaying in membranes that never remembered the meaningless menagerie of lies littered on every street corner on every block of every building of every line ever traced at an intersection of last resorts standing, as if i was free i decide i choose because i am all of y...