tire, river god. drop your head
blacken your liquid stream of potency, evaporate the wells and make sure no desirable residue escapes the extinction
make no mistake! many will revisit your spaces in hopes of satiating their silly questions
but in retrospect, you know perfectly well, none of them ever really deserved it.
dance in accordance with natural law
plexi-glass vat, ferromagnetic fluid, suspended chains, magnets
part two.the setup
it looked sturdy enough, with sylvester‘s intestines holding the entire cast to winston‘s chest, but jackson and his brothers were misbehaving, and pete was ultimately useless.
they are going to fight; they are going to kiss
were i to digress to wider seas, i imagine finding relief in options. ability and permission to swim in any given direction; or simply float, face up or down; or to still my limbs and expire. relief in decreased significance. i do not show so you cannot observe what i do, or how i look. you cannot form opinions.
alone with a larger current, bubbles, and stringy mermaid hair. a movement akin to embracing the sky rather than enjoying a photo of it. or viewing it through a glass ceiling. it’s safer in the pond. here you can find me and poke and prod,
but here i have memorized your every intention. here i find comfort in confinement.
part one.the cast
jackson, the burly sonic motion sensor. he has three twin brothers and does his job well, but can be a little too sensitive at times despite his tough appearance.
hans the wire-stripper. the wires were too thin for his big metal holes. he’s quite self-conscious of them, and isn’t great with languages.
sylvester the ethernet wire. hans couldn’t strip him so he was forcefully split into skinny little sub-wires. it was terribly painful.
pete, the littlest electromagnet. try as he might, he could never attract anything.
winston the paternal chip. they all relied on him to keep their connections together, but no one was there to help him out. he eventually had to desert them.
germany, oh germany. cold people and cold weather.
i’ve built a wall of my own. an internal one, to separate the dichotomy. there is only one side i wish to nurture, and another that i try quite desperately to forgo. it seems the latter is latched on tightly, making me unnecessarily upset at 4:17 a.m. when i could be smiling instead. i hate not being able to smile.