HÆLÏCK

character arc

the foam spins

the fossilized huntress argues against the proliferation of species in the midst of future warfare under fleshly mortar fire as new continents form among the birds and understanding grows in subterranean spaces

IDOLIC DREAMSPORE

ode to the brave peoples of the bolivarian republic

enginebeing •• firstborn

it came from the hole in the sky

i must begin with a flower. i must begin with a tree. i truly began with a man in pain, and i ended it the same way. i saw the future to be a lonely place, yet i decided i would be happy. i saw the world to be ruthless, yet i decided to be kind. my reward was immortality, eternally dragging my empty intestines along the desert floor. i began with a flower, but i ate it before it could bloom. i began with a tree, but i ran away before its roots could cover my bones. if i could die i would ask God for no more than a hot roll with butter, and a solid 401k. "what good is money at the end of the world?" it falls upon us to uphold the burden of western civilization. i must begin with a man carrying a two-ton radio across the featureless psychological landscape. sometimes he hears a woman's voice through the monolithic device, though she sounds impossibly far away. she loves him, yknow. he pushes the radio off a cliff. it falls. she wasn't talking to him lately. she seemed distracted. she was talking to someone else, the only other person in the whole naked world. she hated him. she knew everything and she hated his shriveled guts and his swollen face and his dirty rags and his pathetic whelps and whines every time one of his bones broke or limbs twisted off. it fell. he caught a fish once, but a bird took it. it breaks. he caught a fish twice, but something else took it. it broke. it was something monstrous, but its eyes were more human than his own. it leaked. he saw the most familiar derision and disgust he had known all his life, from every single soul that had the misfortune and inconvenience of sharing his air before vanishing from his life forever. he looked. except her. except her. all in pieces all mixed together. an electromagnetic rose, red with iron. shame need not set such love to waste. cliffs rise as suns set, birds feast on beetles and lightning bolts lay dragons low. on such an earth, who might care besides the unnamed? and what might they do but laugh? xx