behind my subconscious all tangled up in the matters at hand I can feel Thing. it comes from the center the white hot middle of nowhere and the tangles upon tangles hard metal tangles hide away the Thing. it is growing now already it has grown a lot and now I can feel it swelling expanding pushing squeezing trying to burst its rottenness all over the tangles. Thing isn't rotten really it just feels rotten feels hot and cold and angry and sad and wants to wants to it just really wants to be free and fly away and just perch itself on another set of tangles, a soft set of tangles made from yarn and silk stockings. it wants to perch on something far away but not far enough away that it can't watch the things that happen after its free. it wants to observe.
mostly just observe and not be a part.
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