sometimes I imagine suffering as a vast black field of permeating particles. each act of violence an outward explosion. waves overlapping, intensifying in jagged communion. birthing new bursts |*| nova waves over... overlap and grow.
overcoming all. suffer exponential growth.
slow seeds and blooms of kindness cannot keep from flying into pieces. sheer volume and terrible magnifying motion. it grows. consumes. rends.
god, maker and monster,
won't come out of his bedroom.
eating chili dogs and watching reruns of Friends on the local CW daydrunk as fuck
and we all drown in the black caustic ash we spit and breathe
sometimes, I actually see the vast dark field of jagged
cold empty oblivion sounds so lovely