amster.them

i reckon that blissed gesture: outside-nowhere. the contempt: i wished i could construct the final set of viruses that would transform the humanity. yes: mostly there is no desire for transgression in human beings automata as they are. remember: this language is the language of servants but sometimes it is angry as a cat. but sometimes ... it is not free of blood. and i speak it i do. and it does understand me as a servant. it does. oh fuck you bataille, tonite i will sleep with blanchot.

::: whispering the future language of slaves :::

stained

divided blasts ... exact as a time i will not spend with you anymore. i wish the night was longer i wish you never left that door never made the move down the spiral. but it was all just so urban. the way you left. without strategy on your side. : : : --- : now you are as distant as tokyo. i can't imagine you in the moment of division. but i can imagine myself in your place.

::: explosions occurred within seconds of each other :::