Lacerated lip. Blood and aftershave; vampiric vanity. Outpatient-omen to avoid romance. Sliced, but sated. Warned.
(This is shaving.)
July 18th
Forsaken forest; grievous grove. Cancerous satyrs tend plastic-potted grave soil. Browned skeleton-stalk withers and cracks above a circle of spent cigarette-stumps, crumpled and charred.
(This is a dead plant used as an ashtray.)
(This is a dead plant used as an ashtray.)
July 17th
Nocturnal butterfly. Shunned night-floater. Ungraceful, flutters to the tainting yellow glow of a courtyard nightlight. Seduced by the poisonous luminescence that outshines the honest subtlety of stars, moon, and fireflies . Soars through nicotine thunderheads; swirls and flaps through corrupted nimbostratusses. Addiction.
(This is a moth flying through a cloud of cigarette smoke.)
(This is a moth flying through a cloud of cigarette smoke.)
July 4th
Low battery on music player. Car running on fumes. Dry heat of July, windows half-open. Driving down Route One, unable to find a song to listen to. No concern for time or distance, speed or self.
Sunlight and vacuity.
(This is finding a strange contentedness in emptiness.)
Sunlight and vacuity.
(This is finding a strange contentedness in emptiness.)
July 2nd
Carapace-crawler, plated pilgrim progressing across perilous plain. Treks over tabletop, through the travesties of newspaper ads and corporate coupon handouts. Drowns in gathered stillwater, spilled. Struggles with six legs against impenetrable ethernet barrier.
Aided by the care of a giant, wanders to the edge of the world. Falls off.
(This is a beetle making its way around the crowded surface of my table, helped by my hand.)
Aided by the care of a giant, wanders to the edge of the world. Falls off.
(This is a beetle making its way around the crowded surface of my table, helped by my hand.)
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