|
|
the following is an ongoing project created by biofuck and Seek(0).
:--------
:(wooden remote):
00/00:biofuck> we greet each other with gifts of grime -- we tell them it's a comfort; dirty. the puzzle completes itself; someone scrambled the pictures just the way we like it; we wouldn't have it any other way, would we? i lost my remote in the void of the couch -- with the rest of those little things i like to forget; so hard to change the channel, now. the american horror -- loss of control. let us form this dream into dirt, so our seeds may learn from it, and hiss together as their blossoms drink a new kind of dewdrop. 00/00:Seek(0)> All this time i thought this world was utterly against what and who i am unbelievably aghast at what and who we are where and when we go ; do alone to bear my wooden cross my desire ; my want ; my inherent and trivial need for Change this ; release this come alive and grow to beauty from our rare and soiled past relax you would never believe how long you can last tense and ready to tear down the next fool who contradicts and dehumanizes the core of who we are here stuffed amid a twisted blend of ice and dust and deoxyribonucleic acid what was once important now must fade away into the past as it comes and goes as one more semi-relevent in the greater unknown << back << | 006 | >> next >>