the oppressive state of dreaming

Sleeping, in the context of biochemical transcendence, is an act of defiance against external influence, courageous in scope to internalize stimuli and delegate reactions like a bankrupt toy store hemorrhaging equity. Of consequence: Evolution found the human experience so boring it decided to enhance it by regurgitating the happenstance of day to day, placing thisContinue reading “the oppressive state of dreaming”

when you die and wake up a meme

God speculated creation, or perhaps the Grand Design was delegated on a whim, like a game of Never-Have-I-Ever, but the consequences were measured in metrics. Understanding life quantifies the outset with emotions, feelings and various scales of morality posited by the operator of consciousness. For instance: grabbing a roll of toilet from the shelf onlyContinue reading “when you die and wake up a meme”

Where Does Toochi Find the Time?

Toochi cups his hands, blows into the flesh cavern, desirous to fill the crevices in-between fingers, to clarify plagiarizing words from gestures. Touch of porcelain is vanilla fanfare, touch of purple and John the Baptist’s head sings of the coming rapture, touch of a parking sign and the neighborhood children question the motive to eatContinue reading “Where Does Toochi Find the Time?”

President Trump is the Afterthought of Postmodern Progress

Encounters, brief as highway exchanges, saved on fascinated tongues, rolling Rs, or selling short the T, to complement a verbal fascination when language confided in description: Homebody lifted a glass filled with cheap bourbon and set it down on the corner of his table, and bolstered from lessening standard animations, his limbs procured to flail,Continue reading “President Trump is the Afterthought of Postmodern Progress”

Presentational Distress of the Echo Chamber

Concept of echo, as if understood at the ledge dipping voice into an empty chasm built from stone and water, demonstrates the very desire to hear back. The gesture is infiltrated by various distortions, hiccups, a cough, impenetrable laughter, confines of genetic material to which we lack dominance. We surrender then to vibrations, decorating theContinue reading “Presentational Distress of the Echo Chamber”