. - cold steel fingers over the edges of the keyboard, heavy kaypro keys kluding like fall of dark cold air before tornado. trenchcoat stench of frustration and impotence from within the dark sweater; the blood blasts through arteries of byway designed for much less with the stress, the anger, the hatred, the impossible futility of existence. "fuck you," he mutters, grimly as if his mouth were lined with blood, to the jittery monochrome.
.. - intricate involvements of multiplanar conceptual extrusions, procreated forth to interact biological, thus referencing an outside prediction of their predilection for lifelike process, thus consummating the relationship between art and life as a categorical correspondence, although not necessarily from this cyclic world.
... - the beret is the inversion of the dome of broadcast through which the artist transmits to the world. the microwave beaming down and frustration being incredible, the contrast of the will to life and the love and lust for all that is with the frustration of human disinvention, and uncaring lazy destruction through the abrogation of appetite, the destruction of all into reductive frustration and the sweat of being shitboxed for sixteen days in row solitary. so why not turn the device on the self? the death is imminent; the screen flickers faster.