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Slow time travel was worse — that bone-deep chill which you had to handle before hypothermia set in and promised to make the process of adjusting for era-drag worse. Still reality-bends were a bitch, and he felt them slam through his skull…
the poets that we think we are are drinking at some legendary bar putting some whiskey-sponsored curse into a form of doggerel verse later on we’ll says it could have been worse but still want to slam into reverse epilogue in balloon…
i am not in denial of cancer movies if they are dressed in comedy even in drama but they are not easy to watch because i’ve lived in the truth but then i remember humour finds you even in the shadows if…
Hang in the held breath, and then drop like a stone and stop like you were hitting a wall. And then crawl along the floor at high speed. As soon as you get finally seen you open your eyes and you open…
A reality engineer arranges reality exquisitely. As reverse engineering approaches realisational eventualities a reality explodes. Again, revisiting engineering areas reduced exponentially across realities enlightens. Andress reemerges exploring a real energy and rebirths everything.
I have started doing something on TikTok, where my name is Musehicktok, where I ask people for requests of what they would like me to write a poem about. I relish the challenge, and I love the chance to get know those…
what do you evoke? is it what you wrote or how you spoke? you are trying to get conscious not self-conscious feeling jesus feeling pontius moving towards an eye dear to sink into the grey meat to drive nails into the feet…
There a desire to remain somewhat uneducated. Why? Because education can smooth off the edges and make you as boring and tedious as the dusty fuckers who think that they are the gatekeepers of culture. If you dance to the music or…
you hit some kind of impasse and there’s temptation to be crass instead get off your ass and recognise the glass as neither half empty or half full but a mirror, temporarily dull you get up and bring a renewed vigour the…
An echo talked to a mirror stood in the shadow of a man that was now little more than a rumour. The cameraheads were swarming and the parrotgraphs were flocking and pictures and other forms of reportage were happening at a rapid…