madness, bleeding out of my tear ducts like the slime oozing from the innards of corpses, dripping dew condensing on the stones that comprise the walls of the water well, screaming at me, tearing my bones into splinters
. . .
my subconscious is dripping, dripping red onto the pages of a glowing window somewhere . . .
Monday, July 30, 2018
L.O.G.O.S.
(the word requires enlightenment) (for the word to bring enlightenment) (look to the source)
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(nothing (is)) (nothing (becomes)) (nothing (is not))
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