mercurial swatches of glowing face flash like slideshow fast-forwarded and blurred. i sit pounding tracking button upward, jackhammer precision. its all static, its all blurred and senseless. everything is senseless yet the senses are everything.
smile, sweetheart, toothy masquerade iron cutaining bloody truth reptile scales.
through static: traces of unbreakable optimism formed from clouds of skepticism and doubtful rain.
it rains on me. the clouds loom. fuck your optimism. turn off the projection screen, slideshow champion.
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