the trick is to submerge yourself completely underwater and try holding your breath for ¼ of a minute. 20 seconds. your ear dums will amplify sound like a released spring and your eyes will bleed into light. the dancing of blood red spots that twist and turn inside your head. and the smell of nothing. nothing.


how late is late?

its too late already.

we have arisen and gone now. gone to innisfree. and have you ever seen purple linnets wings? the evening full of menacing things? i have. yes, i am stoned. yes, i am at work. funny. last night i had another dream. a beetle that crawled huge as my arm along the terrace floor and my aunt jumped on it and squished it except it caved in upon itself like rubber and my ex boyfriend came down from australia looking a corpselike australian white with blood corpuscles in his nose. and my best friend playing coy with him. me watching it all, the feeling of bugs and scratchy things crawling up legs, my arms.

i must not do this again.
i must do this again.
i must not.
i must.
i..
i...


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focus.
is what is.
required
here.



you should try a mushroom when you're in the middle of a formal place. people with heads on sticks. rats and children following you out of town


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