he never spoke to me again. without explanation, i knew how to say the word. pumiquat. it's not what you think. nor what you expect. it's a secret. i've only told you the part that you're allowed to know

xerxes, fried baloney, cleopatra click click, powdered eggs, slimy chicken in #10 cans, the toaster fire, the burnt cabinet, slicing

One of the key symptoms of paranoia is the belief that one is the literal center of the universe. What I mean by that is that the entire world, as far as human perception allows, exists solely for the purpose of tormenting, and ultimately, murdering me.

the present examples clearly torture the traumatic forms of study, and are created mental, or missing scars, discrete light of truth, and for the generations, and on them found every of his sons had been all, the angel of nightmare’s god...

Could those human bones we dug up that time have been cursed? Could I have been cursed? Could we have been cursed? We put them back, but maybe that didn’t help. I did everything I could to avoid digging up the bones of my assault.

i was touched by you i was torched by you you put your boot on my face

As we wept—my father and I—I wondered if it was for his friend, after all. I wondered if it was for him. I wonder if it was for me.

The original trauma was birth and everthying that follows is but preparation for the trauma of death. Of letting go of all that we have learned. It is only through remembering that we can die because remembering is to forget.

“Algorithmic Sabotage” is a figure of techno-disobedience for the militancy that’s absent from technology critique...

why should making something outside of ourselves justify our existence? "I now embrace eternity, because this is far from

For most of my life, I felt disconnected and adrift. My childhood was marked by abuse and neglect. I never

I believe I am the figment of a little boy’s imagination. He’s trying to imagine himself in the future. In a different future than the one he expects. I am ten years old imaging I am sixty-three.