Jack's Twisted Kingdom
tesserally noir filled dreams
when one is feeling as though the constant thrust of
movement in a direction one has no desire for, one
can often hear the cracking of ones ribcage as one
gasps for cold weather beaten air.
dreams. dreams I've had of late have been filled with
the stuff of films, I swear to god. It's been an odd
romp through the various levels of things that have in
fact happened, and things I wished had happened and
even more disturbing, things that could happen, and
seemingly poured into my sleep like a oranged liqueur
filled decanter slipping into my consciousness in a
merry little way, without rhyme or reason.
such as it is, such as it seems.