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to become the butterfly the caterpillar must hide and crack have its insides spill out and become totally liquid unstable and unmanageable for one who doesn’t know growth the dance looks like destruction and the butterfly must appear as an angel of death rising from its coffin * the loudest sound comes just before … Continue reading
i wanted to leave something profound behind that made sense of all this mess before i killed myself but i didn’t have anything which is why i killed myself * a suicide is a period of life * hanging there like an inverted exclamation i wondered whether he yelled or was silent like before to … Continue reading
modernity is defined by absence by the i don’t get it why i didn’t get it by the empty space meant to show distance and safety but the buildings’ lights don’t turn off in the night and the basement hasn’t been explored yet because its too dark by irony and iron both crusting and rusting … Continue reading
The following doesn’t lead anywhere. * The beginning of the end Published in The Silhouette, January 31 2015 Yesterday, I began my last day on this planet. For the beginning of the end, it wasn’t spectacular. Like every other day in recent memory, a groggy, morning sun hung over snow-drunk clouds. A few weak rays peaked … Continue reading
Dear dear, The Universe will die one day. I don’t know what that day will look like, particularly for a Universe like this with its buzzing and building and destroying bit by bit. I can imagine that it won’t be so unfamiliar, however. It’ll come very much on a day like today where a sun … Continue reading
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