Month: March 2013

A short para on a sci-fi fiction I plan on writing

The skin is the longest organ of the body. It’s like a map. An atlas of hair, bumps, bruises, scars and indefinite cell divisions. My skin is a cage. An exclusion. It’s originality makes it uncertain. It’s genius makes its different. And variables are…

what is passion is but a lifelong hasty-patient behavioural experiment done by an apparatus both known and xeno-tied in dull afternoons the quiet moaning of crows as they go about a life detailed with exceptional flaws and crafts strikes in me wonder. These birds…

betrayed intros in chat 101

  then there’s poignantly, awful melodramapinched by the tastelessness, the paranoid, the cut-throat awarenessshark-pebbles between toes and a creature shallow for the bitingmy tongue wept but could not bleed properthe taste of the iron is in a marble balloon hard to cracklike those eggs…

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