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23 April 2013 @ 01:38 pm
terminus uncoiled  
Strange fascination. "Pass the mirror, I love me".

I thought that this bizarre, solipsistic region of my unfettered bullshit stream was dead. Had passed on as I too had passed on it, pushed out into the coursing stream of lights and noises, out in the depths where the creatures absorb as they slowly sweep the waste field, ever moving, never stopping, consuming glittering pop nodules and media-hooks, their attention span attenuated to that of goldfish with little metal scales looping through the lower regions of cyber murk, eyes glazed, mouths trawling and slack.

Now that I'm here I suppose I'll start tossing the occasional barbed shard out there into the miasmic spume. There's so much to type about nowadays, so many opportunities missed and such a wealth of misinformation contained herein. Much correction, much correction, redirection, redirection.

screen burn cityscape
Jimdj_rabid_angel on April 23rd, 2013 10:52 pm (UTC)
Glad to see you posting here again, Jared.
(Anonymous) on April 24th, 2013 09:56 pm (UTC)
Lost you found you hiding from the muse. Can't elude the truth because it leaves a bruise.
Missing your perceptions/introspections/infections. Zap me a line. Search your internal cerebral hard drive for: files for Bustronic auto-decimator.
nomadtek@gmail.com. Pieces! ~B
Jared Louchejaredlouche on May 13th, 2013 12:38 pm (UTC)
It's a funny forum, but I'm always pleased to have an outlet for my off-kilter ramblings.
There will indeed be a lot more of it to come as there's now so much more to talk about.