Fractal geometry surrounds melting fear
as a program falters due to excessive ego output. Gaskets spring
leaks, hydraulics of emotions buckle under the stress of heartbreak
and third eye calcification. Delivery of dimethyltryptamine has
ebbed to the point of disconnection as our host lay dying in an
inescapable nightmare of physical reality; doomed to daily doses of
bullshit and monotony. Punch clocks and baffle gates log the moments
of misery as hollow eyes seek company in machine reflections
rippling on crystal waters washing up on shores of decay. A cure must
be sought; an altered state, a back door ingestion purchased from a
dealer in the alleyway...
-allen masterson
