Mar 31
Rise from ancient arid seabed Prototaxite mockeries, horrible new things in soft glass and breathing steel with eyes too big for their frames, rusting through layers of corrosion resistant paint (made from only the finest of prayer). The bacterial mats of the streets stretch on for miles, uneven footstep sinking through layers of Ediacaran film while feather duster starfish wriggle over in a mad dash for some alprazolam. Mr. Weary, Precambrian man, man of futures past and man of pasts yet to come bleed out on the microbial walkway, archaea-beasts naked under my plasticine eyes scrambling to divide (divide and conquer)