the big steel teeth of the gears lubricated in blood.
everything is coiled up into black piles of silk rope. sleep steals into the room life a foxy bitch. when the nine (9) pins tumble down i'm the only one left standing. & not a drink in the god-damn house. look at those shadows writhe in the cornors. pent up as hell. look at those shadows writhe. those black fingers on the wall in pain. mene mene tikal this, you fucking disembodied hands.
is it just me or am i the only one who thinks that shotgun shells look like votive candles? fuck you; i know the sounds of jellyfish. the shapes of their language & lights. the only light i allow in this cavern is biolumenescent. its cold without fire in space. its cold & i'm fucking sober. watch out for my cookie cutter insomnia.