

One by one, by the bellI didn’t really start to freak out until I tasted the blood in my mouth. It just started pouring out of my nose like this foul smelling red fountain. I looked around for some paper towels or tissues or something but all the shops were empty. It’s always so hard to find anything when you really want it. So I started walking down the street towards the gas station at the end. It was really more of an alley way though. You probably couldn’t even fit two cars on it. But I walked past all the trash and screaming babies and the junkies on the sides of the road, and found myself in front of the two large double doors. I stepped in. &One by one, by the bell


NymphorestThere is nothing sadder that seeing monkeys in space suits, and brains in jars. I met a girl once in a laboratory just like mine. She had something to say About things that were no more, About men interrupted. The circuits on haircuts, and returning to everything free. And just when she got up the courage to speak, They lynched her, and cut her up, and examined her. But they found no signals, or nodes, or silicon. Like a man among women, she was longing for them to see her. But all they saw was how insufficiently I made her. Their smarts with no hearts still prevail.Nymphorest
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