drunk on simulacra

a module script failed

i cant move

importing a module script failed
butterfly wings detached
a planet catches
fire on the screen
truer more visceral
than life itself

we are drunk on simulacra
we are a sick clan
we are death
incarnate

waiting to bloom

What I’m Reading:

Error is boundless.
Nor hope nor doubt,
Though both be groundless,
Will average out.

— J.V. Cunningham / “Meditation on Statistical Method”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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