NO MATERIAL (EXCERPT)

And I never needed ground to undo reciprocal villainy, or discover a frog, moreover. Bitter ash and guts and a twisted field of rye to habituate the baby, a secret disease that speaks to the grey maestro of manifolds. You don’t know how I destroy the years in a scribbly liquidation of all that is, all that parts the word to me. The terror of night residing in its diseased electron, dumping interviews into the Elysian leotards of time: why do we hate this arm of confusion and not the Bardo? Why do we amplify patriotic dolphin farms over egalitarian slime? The good tusk andromeda crypt. That’s why.

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from No Material–published by Black Sun Lit

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By Losarc Raal 👍