i find myself sitting perfectly ensconced in the gap between two stars in the nighttime of another fetid dreamsliver i imagine i appear as a wraith to any passerby as i tap my fingers on my thigh it wouldn’t make sense to them the light doesn’t actively ignore them and they cannot hear joey ramone […]
the feel of low gravity against an earthbound brain is disorienting to say the least everything works the same except that it doesn’t zero gravity is worse and worsening still the crystals suspended in liquid in the inner ear get all kinds of loopy don’t know if you’re coming and going as you spin in […]
spent the day lost in space not outer space although that sounds like a nice reprieve lost in the space between words the microscopic moments of words not said the fragmentary divide that hangs like shrapnel from the bullets unfired far off of the spectrum beyond ultraviolet nearly ultraviolent quaking and questioning quantum irregularities stroking […]
Mike's Manic Word Depot 