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Sometimes there is no meaning. Other times there is. Sometimes I eat the apple. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes the darkness never came, not through the mail or the toilet or the window or anything. Sometimes I bleed to death, down … Continue reading
Sometimes I am not quite all here, which is something. It’s better than definitely not being here. The screaming stopped. Eventually. The skin came back. Some of it. Slowly. I often tell the human that I want to wear a … Continue reading
Sometimes the darkness and I…. Sometimes the darkness and I…. Sometimes the darkness isn’t here.
Sometimes the darkness and I hide from color devouring aliens in the hold of a cheaply made boat. I ask, “Do you think that they are going to enslave us? Or eat us?” The darkness says, “They will probably eat … Continue reading