Secret pathways far removed from one's conscious mind, back alleys of atrophy. Things slowly become more foggy, deliriousness inundates mind and body, slowly...
Repeat. Repeat, Kill. Kill, repeat, suffer.
Slowly rise from the dead, what is happening?
Bright windows of colour and light flash by, mirrors with 4 smaller squares within. I look out, out towards flickering flame. Look into my eyes, what don't you see?
Hold you high, asphyxiate the throat hole. Cannot breathe, suffocation; somethings got me by the stem that holds me up.
Spluttering, wheezing, you fall. Look me in the eyes, now tell me what you do see.
Who am I?
- Jim Faust
- Quickly evolving and strange concepts, bitter taste and sweet sweet serenity. Broken and completely insane, sitting in the middle of the room, quietly observing the mad chaotic vastness and admiring it's complexity, simply and peacefully.
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