# a large, round, hard sweet

Аноним Гробокоп

i maintain static silence through the cracks in white noise


fuzzy washed out by the blackness coming and going in warm latexy tides


i try and broadcast the chaos as pure and delicate as it comes fragile disarranged and untouched


i think in mismatching pitch black pieces of a jigsaw puzzle


i am the law, patriarchy, disorder, awoke and forgotten, pale and translucent like an ancient discarded nightmare a lucid detail of sleep paralysis shiny silver tip of the needle numb caress of a nurse's rubber hand


i am the duct tape holding together emaciated wrists and ankles of an undiscovered victim laying somewhere hidden in thick swampy greenery of late spring grass shivering somewhere in a damp pitch black cellar


i am the walking Schadenfreude talking Gretchenfrage i'm the bitch you hated filth infatuated


yyeaaah


i'm the love session you sought to forget i'm the seed you sow and never hoped to reap i'm the justice at the hands of a madman, alle vrouwen en mannen, jongens en meisjen die dood liggen vid universums grindar under det eviga solskenet, the vibrant colors of blood-drained flesh the snapping of jaws the undersmile in a back alley the crimson lining on the chin under split lips slit throats silky threads humming voices roaring beasts painfully shining pinning needling eternity in the astonishing cold of cosmic outdoors subsonic songs of high-voltage lines