There were two in that room with blue hands and teeth in their sheets
Then none who could hear but all who could see and feel the warmth of the rice
It smelled like yellow mixed with CGI and a few beats
The flavor of freshly infected gneiss
Wool spills
Buttons decapitated
Ties untangled that run down the hills
Kin. Donated
Red Crocodiles, blind monkeys, swans with cracks. Many weird two-headed penguins
Everybody loves them more than they love me
I throw them when they sleep and start the engines
The agony, the anger. It fills me with ecstasy to know the numbers go down in my spree
Even in this room. I sense hostilities
Those black walls with white squares on them
My journeys throughout the facilities
Fuck' em
None of it works
They keep pushing me to the void
I will never be a memory melted into fireworks
They will see who is the original paranoid
And I will send them all to you, Mr. Mat...
Time's over
Please, return next week. Same time, day, place. Same chat
Same Teddy Bear holdover
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Memory Fragments
FantasiWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
