The common starter drug but equally with the prefix‘re’ becomes what we see, hear and speak, what makes us equally full of it ‘SHIT’. All media pour out the agenda of incestuous manure until they consume us within our own slurry. The pandemic icon is lines within lines over lines, boxed and caged in until
I’m watching her go from fridge to cooker to cup and back again (her daily exercise). ‘Cream!’ She muffles under her breath. She forgot the cream for her extra-large stuffed with marshmallows hot chocolate, so she slops back again…………. Jesus how fat and sloppy and lazy she has become.
as memory fades the measling mass turns to shades of nebulae