the father of the mouse

mousefather looked at the eyes of its child mouse. you are a simple and pleasant thing, it thought and cupped the young mouse’s face lovingly before dunking it in the cup of warm soda. drink. fill the body. each of the two in the situation had downloaded an app on their phone that week called […]

necrotosphere

a: pretttty sure she was some kind of former or current asshole or something. like fair enough just red flag territory talking about shit. b: like what a: like just borderline racist stuff, and then being very ‘oh I’m totally leftist’ about other shit uhh. anyway we made out whatever but yeah idk… i feel […]

oh entigen deliver me the road

crawling on recently covered asphalt, the gravel sticks to your elbows and cheeks. couple of specks of glass too thick to cut. tempered windows atomised.

boghouse/glasshouse 1995

ancient areas of the region were made of clear glass now. you would look through it at the thick gas bubbles of green. it was quite beautiful. the glass grew from the glass, made walls. corners. corners of a building make angles. angles of a glass room. the glass is milky with the air and […]

necroevolution

a: burned up the photos lol b: lol fair enough. makes sense i haven’t got any of my last relationship except on my phone. idk why i keep them a: just were making me sad. she had this instant camera thing anyway it’s done now sooo I’m just gonna like, fuck around or whatever. b: […]

boneache county and the things we do there

boneache county your contour is on my brain. i know you like i know xirei, like i knew the feeling of being watched by your guards, like i know how to pull off the quickest run of reality drive 707deviljoin.

necrotoxin

a: they’re calling it something like necrotoxin. a: which is like, it’s a thing you can get from the doctor that like, simulates death. b: oh cool. a: yeah i guess. b: you gonna try it a: idk, maybe b: wish you could get like, actual healthcare lmao a: loll fr fr. a: these things […]

theatre of the millionstar. entertainment fiction.

cropped image of two people wrestling on the floor of an amphitheatre. cut out is the heads of the people in the rows in front watching. the audience is not as important as the action. in the Theatre of the Millionstar you are the guest and performer. on stage you are called on from the […]