eyes pressed deep/tongue numb/bloody splinters/sacrificing the unwritten word

our universe lives inside the gut of a black swan

7 excerpts from my upcoming novel, “𝘊𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘺”:

infinite, weightless, non-fucks

smells like moral decay and decadence out there

it’s almost like we accepted our individual existence without reading the terms and conditions

a death threat written and performed by death itself

one day sincerity might win. maybe.

why have happiness when you can have conflict

from david lynch’s book, “catching the big fish”

i hope you dig around your backyard one day and find my body

god is merely hallucinating us. hi. i’m not real.

you had me at “twist the knife slowly”

embrace your inner lack thereof

look on the bright side you’re currently not on fire

there’s nothing better than glitching in and out of spatial confinement

i’m beginning to think i like the metaphysical beatings

LET ME EAT THE UNIVERSE

violent self-isolation

space/god/sex/glitch

apparently there’s a human on the other side

finally comfortable within my haunted self

sometimes you just can’t manifest

congrats on your poltergeist

wrote a piece for @psychoholosuite.bsky.social ‘s film dada series. an alternate version of “alphabet city.”

humans as ancient tech

have you punished yourself yet today?

resetting your ability to love to factory settings

when dreams have ads and you have to wait 10 seconds to skip and continue your dream

occult advice via the possessed atm terminal

she is unclean. so therefore, i will worship her before i eat her

Speedrunning dementia by maxxing my content intake and apathy

i have a condition. it’s called human.

we can make is dysfunctional for you, wholesale/no returns

this is me. i made me.

help me, i’ve decayed and can’t get up

yoy can’t break reality without making a few glitches

slow crawling, heart beating backwards. eyes open and brain dead.

earth as space parasite

i’ve been deader

miniature black holes kept in your pocket for future use

a good old fashioned psychosis gets the walls talking

banned from the void

a labyrinthine discharge of the mouth

i’m not the unconscious projected manifestation of a hologram i used to be

i am the filth and the celestial cosmos

under the influence of dead dreams and interzones

god of empty eye sockets