The floating isles catch my eyes.
The upside-down cars upon the highway puzzle me.
The purple skies alarm me as well.
There are so many missing textures, but—
This constant buzzing in my ears.
The overwhelming white noise in my mind.
What is next?
The lines twist and distort.
There are no longer verticals.
The diagonals are absent.
I feel cold.
I hold the iron firmly in my hand.
Unload these selfish, nonsensical thoughts.
Reload when you see fit.
May the tendrils of the world unfold.
Mayflower afloat, sicknesses abroad.
Monika’s flying a P-40 into the East.
The following targets have been designated.
The Eiffel Tower is splitting apart into multiples.
I’ve seen the secrets beneath the bridge.
Red shorts, pink crocs—
¿¡Everybody knows ya gotta detox?!
Gloves line the walls.
The trains come and they go.
But everybody knows that they eventually empty.
Never coming. Never going.
This time, the consequences are foreseen
The orchestra is still playing.
But upon seeing you, they stop.
.sins your know they for
cqd cqd sos sos
Fool. You fool.