pixel perfect recreations of damnation
get so manic i cannot stand to be around me as i bouncebouncebounce poetry becomes thehamsterwheel because thesilenceknows i wouldn’t want tobotheranyone with all this theonslaughtofthought should be paralyzing yet i surf along the razor edge where realitybeginstocrumble and still i can pick outindividualpixels wherelifetimescycle inapermanentfeedbackloop of white noise broadcast betweendistortionsin heartthistlesolliloquies there is no […]