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#interview with the vampire
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speak its name and it shall break into your mind uninvited. i dare not speak its name, because i know It listens. in every conversation, always at least three participants. alluding to its attributes, bad call, it has contaminated all words which lie near it. a countless bubbling net of faces it has, all you could ever want, or be, its in you. a nest of jaws biting at the outside and inside of your head, watch the boundary carefully. look, it's gone. head&shoulders ad
a cat came to me, which resembled a dead kid i once knew, so much. she was strange and afraid of touch, and loved to go into dusty cracks in the groud, or behind the sofa, or a wall. she kept getting stuck in the attic. and she was very violent, always suited in a dead bird's blood. protested being in my arms. greeted me always. spoke to me only. purred to me only. everybody around me she seemed ignorant of, and other cats seemed ignorant of her. when she was a kitten, worms all over her, quite rotten, i spoke to her, and together we walked to our home. now she's warm and fluffy. and i think she will die once i go. but i have to go. i will die if i stay. i don't want to die, all over again. i don't want her to die either, but she doesn't seem to mind, here in her home, no worms. i love you, Shiva. mrow, Shivochka.
morningbirds sing deep in the night, in the back of my head, just for me, since i made them be. i do not know how to free them from me, let them into the world outside. i'm sorry. they sound happy.
each time somebody wishes a previously unspoken wish on a falling star there are 2 kids born from that star - one from the wish and the other from all the toxic star organs that remained after the wish got carved out of it. both are given to random parents who don't know how unusual their kids are. the 2 sets of parents, however, know intuitively the kid is gonna be something really special. supposedly, the kids are like drops of water at first, real headscratcher who's who. my parents had a ton of hints though. like the horns i was born with. the star shaped pulsing mass taking up a bunch of my brain. or the forked tongue machiavellian proficiency with lies and half truths. i really have no clue why they even bothered to try and baptize me, the water boiled as it touched me and the steam made the preacher forever catatonic and full of impossible visions of flesh. yeah. some sod out there wished to save the world, and now i'm here + i'm the antichrist. That's life
guys i'm really quite sorry we're all gonna die since i replaced the old filter cartriges on my 3M respirator. i really should've waited and bought a spare, since i am well aware that if i don't have a spare sealed away always the entire world is going to, as a direct consequence of my weakness, be covered in an organic vapour which could be easily filtered with a 6001 activated carbon non-particle cartridge. It might be a paint thinner that covers the world, or maybe an implacable smell of gorilla glue with no seeming glue around to originate from. possibly some pesticides but not others. It's a consequence of which i was fully aware, of not having a spare sealed cartridge at all times, i acted on impulse and without thinking of the harm my action will cause. I take on full responsibility for the, causally puzzling to most, extinction of everything but a number of pesticide-resistant bacteria, fungi, and insects. I will attempt to see if the sea sponges die or give no fucks, as it depends on the organic vapour that will be inflicted on this earth to hide god's disappointment in me specifically for the spare cartridge thing. I acted rashly and let my gluttony for a fresh cartridge filter filtering things good overtake my rationality. I promise to spill myself all over learning and becoming better, unto the sponges. unto the sponges.
in theory, while under severe duress, you really shouldn't sleep. so flooding everything with the anti-sleep signal is a good call. however, my wise signal sender eunuch, the brain, seems to be blissfully unaware that the entire castle grows whispering crawling looking coming closer Fools, all over the fucking place, everywhere, if we don't sleep. And by the by, while we're discussing the everbreaking dancing smiling Fools, when the castle was under siege some moons afore, they didn't help then either, now did they? just sent me to the wood, they did, made me forget all languages, made me witness and divine new languages from their dance and touch, did they not? good eunuch, who made the unstill Jesters a home in our walls? who did that, loyal pledge from birth? for why, mute hand of king?
the subtle idiot has lost sight of one of his many clays for a second and will now enter a cunning + meditative fight or flight flow state