#hyperabstract

whispering reptile man in blue hallway where green hair grazes the heavily textured wall diffusion zone of atomizing                                            bystander gropes corroded radio collage palpable in thorny spilling winter                                                                                           storm I hold a candle to the big picture window suspended over                             tiny elapsing furniture tiny elapsing igneous furniture came into vogue in light beam dysphoria era of mottoed t-shirt striation ~ nerves TINGLE taut fusion of earth and royal blue sky rooftops, bouncing rays of sun collide & splash threadbare web symmetrically covers universe in dizzying translucent opal fire shimmer spit illusive hand waves                                              the cotton dust away isolated sun, lights the earth in candy threading rushing hot orange nebulae far radioactive anxiously colored furniture, atomized exotic face mist, running red radio concoction strobe collapsing                                                                                 for any reason, red promotion of palpable aural nerves wound-journeyed ideas extract bloodspray memoirs exacto knife ((( running red ))) into your inevitable collage pulp underestimation of rain wall's                                         eruption running dark blood red ooze wet guts of thick paint drip, impressionism breathes red clouds of stirred thought decimation, burning slice ((( babydoll in serpentine pen ))) wet collage pulp is artist-answer to forward time continuum forward time continuum forward time continuum splashy gallery discussion pushing art out of                                                                         riverous womb fresh brain screams suffocating spilling thorns of hotheaded blue hallway auteur strung up in spacial web torture grid electricity excited by vanishing re-appearing fractal geometry, quantum thought-spring in multiple dimensional layers                                                           running                                                             red for any reason no black rainbow until tomorrow       ~ The artifact of fog-blue calligraphy detaches watching ~ (((  consciousness  ))) subversive rustic pastoral hilltop                                                 lightly stepping side by side celestial vantage                                                 point turning straight up, at the angled                                                 stairway climbing up to the sunburnt zoo,                                                 emptily forcing a friendly wide shoulder-tap smiling teeth handshake ~ A breeze, wintry sting of open, directionless Van Gogh city streets, the consequences of thick mossy terrible deeds, homeless stinky feet, escaped paintings were hung dripping on the scarred and spackled gallery walls where (((  people  ))) come to sometimes watch the art stand completely still ~ The white-hot track lighting bulbs                                                                                 sear and melt the dripping paintings onto the walls and wood floor below, pooling, and there is no difference then, just reflection back to me of myself, you'd have to think, the artist's spew true through                                                        and through surrounding the expanding earth/flash dredge one unanswered stream of muck drag the humongous anchor in the mud, action gestures brought back from the glittering black continuum of art, sucked out from dimensionalized vacuum too much to: critique accordion crunch sizzle crushing annihilating threadbare fields of magnetic force inquisitive ((( aware textured colors ))) of breathing thoughtspray architecture.

alright i’ll try and finish it

i just went to my blog too and its not displaying the amount of notes on posts too?

omg thank you so much hahaha i considered doing a cute serious one with the name of my college but this was definitely more representative of me as a person, er, worm

I know it’s my friend Sam’s birthday, too! Happy birthday, Sam! I miss ya, gurrl. If you want me to spam you with some sort of insect, too, I will do so.

RIGHT??? pretty fucking much. that game KILLED ME. like actually killed me. i wasnt expecting it! i bought it thinking it would be a fun scary game to stream so when i first got the first audio log with lonnie telling sam she's beautiful, i was like NO FUCKING WAY. and then i got the rest of the audio logs and i was basically a sobbing mess when i finished the game. goddamn.

lemme know what you think!