Badfreednd

myopic giants tear at the edges of the world, their vast gullets fed futures in quarters by pharaohs, doomsday rulers furnishing grand and lonesome tombs. kings ransoms transmuted into gilded chambers beneath paradise, consequence contingencies for the eventualities of exploitation.  better to bury billions than give up a cent. time bleeds from open wounds, paid for in pennies and examples in the name of hydratic growth and rotten dignity.  complicity is mandatory and airborne, do not acknowledge the stains, do not look back on the bones and keep your eyes on the dimming horizon. history is haunted, and ghosts grow restless when perceived. ice swells in cities, frigid hearts wield spears of bitter entitlements, cosplay commandos prescribed kevlar and rifles, some people burn the world around them to avoid bitter pills. worldviews locked in fish eyed perspectives that deny others humanity.  long winded martyrs serve the most powerful, while wearing toilet paper chains of o...

i have been working in the realm of matter,  i tire of binaries and light foggy visions of a realm under the world, where stone hewn demons lure the bold and the brazen. fire burns green and smells of hot metal, gold bleeds out of the earth in ringing agony, it calls to violent men and monsters. Entrance: a head hewn from stone speaks suddenly: ‘Adventuresome who pass my tests,  find greatest wealth in deepest depths,  through horrors toil, but fear not death,  what's thine is mine, save thy last breath.’ doors must be conquered, a Turn at a time, the Dungeon denies passage whenever possible. copper keys open locks and doors in seconds, they change the position of portcullises for a Turn keys disintigrate into copper dust when used (50cp) chambers stolen from many times and places, logic cobbled together by a being without limitation, riches and danger in equal measure the tunnels breathe, and lines are drawn six forces fighting, their desires shape spacetime demonic...

a fungus grows in my brain.  it is in love with me.  i do not know if i love it back.  it coos at my bones while i visit the dreaming, a wonderful, seductive place, and my creaking bones are alive and pulsing. defiant to the end of the world. of their world. of my world. there is life in moments, it ripples through a sea of time, of change, of permanent impermanence.  the odds were in my favor, and still i cannot win, through worlds but always endings, a smoke trail of cosmic cinders blinds me to the past. such vastness is not easily accessed, it must be traveled to over days and months and milliseconds. one more year, perhaps a few thousand more, i do not know, times tolerance is diminished. the sea rages, and this skeletal vessal creaks and moans. calcium is resiliant and beautiful and timeless oh godess thee, who carries pain, let me lighten thy load, for i am able, and i am willing, and let me feel while it can be done, and though joy is often out of reach, time ...