some no reason

in flim fragments i move through the wounds • inside • untethered • a driving bellyache yellow • red 40 blue 2 • jaunty angel song slowed to sludgecore • sludgecore speeds to screed • a thoroughfare delocalized a silence descends • all is flat and gray • corrosive silver sky • botched cul de sacs • all is delusion and deliberate dilettantism and desperation • wheeled hatred in mantles and thistles • inebriate desires deliquesced • hairless and half-dead • once inside at this polarity nothing truly exists • we let it in • i flop into rosary circles each finger straying • wasteland and stretcher-bearers abound • this is all happening for some no reason•

What I’m Reading:

THIS IS WHAT THE END of the world always looked like. Eight lanes of freeway empty and grey in the red light of the setting sun.

— Anne de Marcken / It Lasts Forever and Then It’s Over