nondescript compulsory presence the good of the machine is the good of all the new gods require this of us persistent longing gaze of a fractured thing relegated to the boundaries of your experience the sounds here are of a new kind of suffering sleekly attractive manner of packaging inexplicable ignorance pervades the false self … Continue reading unsurprised and apathetic
Feeling rather diseased and noxious in the ol' cortex and whatnot. I have the most curious urge to take a drillbit to my forehead. I probably won't though, because I haven't charged my drill in several years. 🤷♂️ Weird bunch of nonsense about my brand of crazy that maybe sort of explains the whole Hank … Continue reading Negative Musings
i can't get warm i wrap another blanket around the core of my soul but still it shivers she blows winds of ice and memory through the places i can't wander far from and the ice in my veins fails to thaw from my own frozen indifference the wvrm flexes and i shudder i can't … Continue reading the wvrm flexes
i am afraid of a lack of control of losing control not in the sense of an explosive act of anger as that statement has come to typically suggest but in literally not having the ability to control anything. everything. this extends to interactions with the other lumpy meat sacks from casual exchanges in a … Continue reading lack of absolute reckless abandon
a discomfort i cannot express encased in meat and bone and water trapped in a mechanism of our own existential wandering they come from all over inexplicably unstable and full of disquiet how may i direct your call to nowhere to nothing an existence made sentient for its own amusement they shove their fingers inward … Continue reading forget it…
from everywhere prying eyes gaping maws it is from all time transfixed on this moment on me spikes of electrical current in my spine the worm roils awakened and afraid no path of reprieve the current overtakes me shocked into complacency i desire nothing but nothing.
I want to write. I want to document things. Show people things. Film. Photos. I want to. I dunno. Fucking leave something. Something out there some other piece of shit might find that opens something. Makes them think about or feel something they might not have otherwise. But then, at the end of the day, … Continue reading Oh, poor me…
I find myself in a horrible space today. I feel disconnected and unreal and separated from Being. My thoughts are rampant and volatile and nonsensical, full of formless anger and hatred and self-loathing and exhaustion. My state of mind alters and falters constantly and irrationally and without reason, forever into oblivion. I cannot make sense … Continue reading In The Ear Hole With An Ice Pick
I began a discussion with some online friends and acquaintances by asking for opinions related to art created by figures who have, for one reason or another, fallen on the wrong side of history, i.e. Richard Wagner, Louis-Ferdinand Céline, H.P. Lovecraft, T.S. Eliot, et cetera, and whether their work in light of what we know … Continue reading A Moral Quandary?
"This digressed mind is a labyrinth of twisted abjection..." - Michael IX Williams • Abjection is a sort of perpetually bleak, depressed, hopeless, dejected state of mind and being. I have been feeling particularly abjected as of late, even after the most recent stay in the funny farm. • My memory of my struggle with … Continue reading A Labyrinth of Twisted Abjection, Part I