:: Empty dead babies; searchlights on. ::
I swore I'd never write again. This is the result.| [::..archive..::] |
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:: Saturday, November 02, 2002 ::
Beaten like the looser of a heavyweight boxing title fight. Bloody and broken.
:: OwenF 9:21 PM [+] ::
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Wet. Water rush of fluid explosion. Surface tension ruptures in fractal patterns and liquid subjectivity of free-form gravity seaps through. Liquid sunshine.
:: OwenF 9:19 PM [+] ::
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God's eyes. Empty with white like egg humour. Final dead eyes. Gravitational pockets absorbing local area entropy. Elusive and coy eyes. Patterns in grey mist, moiré of digital interference pattern. Viral software eggs. Plague-spreading humans, walking corpses, suicide typhoid marys, martyrs to allah.
The digital mind is locked in a horrible cubist reality. Existence is defined and limited by cardinal numbers, Latin script of roman decimal accounting. Formless thoughts.
:: OwenF 9:14 PM [+] ::
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