I have a particular recurring dream. I am in a threesome with a paranormally beautiful woman and a copy of myself with whom I go to great lengths and pains of pleasure to create a multitude of singular sensations for all. So deep into our craft and lost in its delights are me and myself, […]

private void sounds(everything) { newLines punch-card programs echoing extrapolating competing recursive calls boolean thoughts muffled lost in the arguments of concert halls fooling the void pulses of impulse a beat the mind can dance to and not another everySingleBreath.makingSense(); stop(); this.return(methodFunction); }

A perfect death for its almost nature An effort towards a injested jelly Further a tearing white flash and die just more A dripping grin toweling off Spitting out a barbwire breath to begin again

You crack your neck and let out a breath… A breath that has been but a patch of air trapped in the marrow of your bones… Your very first breath… The moment of your birth… And now…