September 23, 2014

“Sometimes I’m lucky and can find thick pieces of half-used graphite sticking out of the dirt. Then I put on rubber gloves and write scrawled messages on whatever empty wall surface I stumble upon. I write many things:

WE WILL MELT FOREVER.

THE SKIN IS NOT CONTAINED.

BEWARE THE HEAVY MOON.

…THOSE BAGS OVER THE HEAD?

SMELL WITH THE MOUTH.

I eat the graphite pieces for breakfast. I devour charcoal briquettes. I vomit sporadically and spontaneously.”

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