in case of emergency ...
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breezy
smokey
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i had to kill a goose today. he bore his teeth and left me no alternative.
i felt a victorious hunger after the slaughter so i took the dead bird home. i cooked his flesh and used the feathers for a crown. in my crown i sucked flesh from bone for hours.
i cried.
that night i lay awake, gargling gamey grease that swallowed up my cheeks and tongue.
how strange to be a person i will never meet.
guy on bus 1: "what is normal, though? normal is a setting on a dryer... what is normal?"
guy on bus 2: "normal is sitting in the basement with a big bag of weed."
morning, i decide i'll try to practice mindfulness on the bus ride to work. someone is farting the entire way.
dolled up business woman who made successful small talk with a live crow, 7:07am @ 7th avenue & 1st street
fungi
and
rot
and our bodies flinch similarly when seeing others in pain
cathexis
anthropophagy
fantasies of cannibalism
in this moment i am immune to disgust
all things are viscerally appealing
in my dream i drank your saliva
hansel and gretel
red ridinghood
wet nightmares
THE ONTOLOGY OF THE ACCIDENT
WELCOME TO MY DIARY. ITEMS THAT ARE BLUE ARE LINKS!
cool, intimate
increase + decrease in distance
other becomes an idea
connection = imagination
- getting to know a person involves a sublimation of individuality/separation to intimacy. a person is no longer a separate entity, which presents itself randomly/unpredictably like nature and animals
they arent oil and water. they are both water divided into two glasses.
(on consciousness)
we only shared that we both live in fantasy worlds and maintain imaginary intimate relationships but i wondered if while i agreed and looked at you, unknowing object of my fantasy, you were in your world looking at me the same way.
from birth i've been addicted to that which makes me ill.
i should learn my lesson if i do it once more.
self loathing with doppelganger fetish
i used to eat crispy chicken snack wrap's with ranch from mcdonald's and pretend it was a human arm. this was the greatest pleasure of my childhood.
at 23 i bought vegan chicken fingers so i could eat arms again
a lot is uncertain in life but one thing i know for sure is that i will die in a field of flowers next to my lover as phil collin's in the air tonight hits 3:43