After what happened and how hard it was to get the blood out of the crack in the rental’s windshield without breaking it even more, she decided it would be best if I got a little space from The Babies.
The lights passed like movie spaceships and I pulled the cap tighter to cheat a little and see if I could see where we were, but all I could make out were the lights and a hundred shades of black.
Posterized (country song)
I was in my feelings cuz I was off that shit. But like a sugar cube on a cold metal tray I remained pure, so pure.
A Beautiful Death
You want to be a good friend and you want to be a good person but it’s hard when you like movies better than real people.
How tripped out is it that it can be a day like any other when suddenly, out of the blue, tragedy strikes and nothing is ever the same again? It sends you reeling, grasping at the details of an ordinary life... I know what it’s like to be finally and firmly on the outside of everything.
Will the act of me walking through the tunnel bring him out? Will he appear in the guise of my own face’s reflection in the sheen of water that covers the walls inside? ... Will he be there, in the syncing up of the simulacrum and my awareness of it as such?
How genius is it that these extradimensional beings are appearing in our own world as a simple tab in the daily workflow on our screens, a combination of a pet and an assistant to whom we pose questions.