the multitudes of nothingmancers
lice in the hair of the drowning
evict the worm from your mind that fills it with doubt and loathing; hold accountable the faceless machine that planted it in you.
meat in revolt
cursing the fleshless spirits that live in our words
do you hear it? can you see it? the creature like air itself, who replaces you from the inside out. the deathless marionette-maker borne from the very thought of it. in my dreams i bury it but when i wake i find myself the one buried.
billions of bloodcurdling screams gathering like a storm, but a solidarity of terror provides no solace.
honestly imagining that the spirits in my words are fleshy is a lot more horrifying. what if they have teeth
@enkiv2 toothsome, loathsome phantasms
@enkiv2 year of linux on the boundaries between life and death
@enkiv2 what is man, but
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