/lit/ - Literature

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A man excretes fluids. Ear-wax and snot too. When the coiled tube nestled within calls, we follow its consuming wish. Digging, uprooting, and digesting. A man cooms . A man pees and poos. Then he reads some Divine text and escapes into the imaginary. Cycling through entertaining delusions until those break down too.
What revelations are these? In the future protruding organs, will be snipped out, replaced with simple, clean laminated plastic, and so become as ideal as our creations. If our creations are ideal, then the seed is within us to shoot outward. To plunge it into fresh create a new product line. If only the physical seed wasn't so sinfully sticky. We flush our creations down the toilet, it's a waste. Though the pursuit down the toilet will only lead to nothing. All different pathways to nothing . Out of nothing. Into nothing . Dental implants hide the rot. Veins pump protein into the component parts. Redundant. Recycling. Bottom feeders break down a used condom thoughtlessly cast away. Life deteriorates into the health of another consuming entity. Microplastics never disappear, they break into smaller pieces. There is a difference. If God reawakens he will be in a plastic mold.
Next to our image self, there is all this ... . If only we could step into the image and escape. I want more, more than myself, more than more.
Looking into my mirror (watching) image. Mirror mirror . He is misshapen in thought and appearance. A virtual child . Long gangly limbs but a small upper half, curly hair, wide eyes stare back at me.
Concepts are a way to escape from the reality of my own inferiority. Self-neuterment. Neither here nor there.
And I am ridiculous if that isn't clear already. In college I worked at a cafe. I had a very anxious energy. Hyped on coffee, nervously talking and far too much. Eyes agog speedily flinging dishes into the dish washer, and I closed it with a sudden bang.
My coworker giggles, shaking her head slightly. Noticing that I noticed, she tries to hide her smile
Try to be serious, you'll still be ridiculous. When you realize that is all you are, you try to degrade yourself even more just for their entertainment. To put on a show: I am nothing more than entertainment am I entertaining now! And then something breaks. You can't put it back, not after. So now it's just all You now. Cant .. ALL OVER everywere ground On Insiee outside Pieces on The stunned faces. he looks great there resting in pieces. Back then life held promise, hadn't quite realized what can't be assimilated anymore.
These long two years, it all broke. I feel old and tired. I wish I could retire, I want to join the other failed products in the returns pile.
My lower back hurts. Lines on the face.
The lines lead somewhere, but I can't seem to figure out where.