Rip Van Winkle
It was an ambivalent energy that was fucking with me—a darkness that didn’t fit into language. It’s that which was there before and that which will be there after we're finished with words.
the jar
Was the jar’s contents the work of a demon--the same demon of the night who infected our sleep with terror filled visions?
W.I.P.
“It’s wild, SWIM, it’s too specific to be chance. Someone or something is trying to get messages to me.”
Genre of the Black Hole
“Do you know if electronic typewriters can have dirty keys? Cuz it would look dope if the insides of some of the letters were filled with ink, just, you know, to create a mood.”
