October 31st, 2012
Horrors either simmer or come out like horrible flashes of light:
touches against the words on the wall - words and words to identify the information sucked up by purveyors of platitudes - am I losing my hair - the word in the world as absolute by normal people - only defines, becomes, genuine - the cat meowing instead of eyeing the bird in your bed - this is home to you now - days of seeping water and blood rushing through the veins, we know how to react now - lights combined as a continual essence - five days long, nothing stays the same, the torture devided evenly
