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a slight
screenshot of a text document reading: I was wearing my Giorgio Armani jacket Holes in its third silk lining The outer gabardine bruised and battered and loved A couple drops of blood on the inner collar Some around the left cuff From a few good days, from a few years back The right breast pocket unable to be zipped Two, Three buttons broken or missing I sat on my coat Three walked by Turned on a side street I sat up I walked by I stopped I walked back I turned on a side street My lips parched on a slate cigarette Three steps, four, five They were there They saw me They turned They walked I looked up at them, I smiled I woke up with broken skin, on a side street A red concave under a hemmoraged eye I loved the cold stone on my back A burn on my neck A red hot fever in my skull A few good bruises A new drop on my collar A stain on my pants
November 12, 2025 at 4:43 AM
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screen shot of text document reading: >sub1 a rudimentary submarine submerged under billions of tons of water, armed solely with a small light only able to pierce 10 feet into the black-blue crushing body it is trapped in. it is driven deeper, deeper into the guts of the ocean. through the microphone connected to the sub, sounds of murderous industrial machinery can be heard scouring in the far-distance. these sounds ring malice through your ears, there is nothing being created by them you are sure of it. the sound of their joints, their destruction, their blood could not be escaped. their work can be heard in turkey, in angola, in peru, in greenland. their power could run an electrical grid for the entire planet for ~5,643,204 years. machines the size of countries living in the deep seed of the world, sending thousands of gallons of their blood flowing into our water systems forcing out millions of people from their homes. the bruises and cuts they have inflicted upon the earth can be viewed from the moon. your little fuck-all submarine means nothing, overburdened by the sheer screeching machinery and deep rumble of the water around it. as you sink farther into the mouth of the world the light of the blood-polluted ocean surface begins to reveal black tendrils and broken shapes further distorted by your camera. they seem violent... starving, their loose forms stretching out like the tentacles of a jellyfish hoping to snare a fish big enough to satiate their gaping stomach. they create gashes in the sky which stab your eyes through the unending rage billowing out from their skin.
November 12, 2025 at 4:12 AM
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half a life
October 3, 2025 at 9:11 PM
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April 7, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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Elisabeth Frink, Dog's Head (1957)
April 5, 2025 at 2:22 AM
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