I’m in the hospital. Passed out. Fell. Lacerated my chin. Fractured my jaw. Called 911. Soundscape: nightmare.
— Post From My iPhone
MUSCLES TIGHTEN AROUND BONES. IT DOESN’T SIGNIFY. IT’S COLD AND QUIET. I WANT TO GO HOME
HOME IS SMALL AND WARM AND QUIET. BUT NO MATTER.
I’M SLIPPING UNDER THE DESK LIKE A PIECE OF GRAY JELLY BUT LIKE I SAID IT DOESN’T MATTER. I HATE YOU.
THE PERFORMING MNKEY MADE STARS IN HIS EYES THAT REFLECTED BACK ONTO HER IMAGE OF HERSELF, BUT AS I SAID, IT’S IMMATERIAL: IT DOESN’T MATTER.
IT JUST DOESN’T MATTER. THERE IS A DOOR, AND HE OR HE OR HE IS GOING OUT OF THAT DOOR INTO AN UNREADABLE SPACE.
THAT MAKES THE ABSENCE PERMANENT BUT AS I SAID, IT DOESN’T MATTER.
IT DOESNT MATTER ALSO BECAUSE WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT I’M EXTREMELY PURE. THE LAST LEAVES CLING TO THE GRAY TREES.
IT DOESN’T MATTER MAINLY BECAUSE OF THE SEPARATE SKIN FACTOR. I HUG THE PEOPLE.
I MEAN IT DOESN’T MATTER I’M ON AUTOMATIC NOW BUT HE COULD NOT BE MORE WRONG
Otohime 