Untitled Mind Fuck

I cry, my head turned sideways listening to the hum of vigilant placidity. Solitary in my existence, I am only a portion of myself. I've spent my whole life in a catacomb, with only the insignificant camaraderie of skittering insects. In these dank tunnels, the rancid flesh eternally lingers and seeps into my skin. I would cry out should anyone care to listen. Would anyone care to try?

This delusion seems so pragmatic. Watch me in my lugubrious state, it will swallow you whole. I will make you believe...

2008