Again

Clones appear inside my dreams.

My proof reader, neighbor, unusual confidant, bookworm, masked one, the child captured from a misfire black and white film roll; I choose remembrance rather than consequence.

He does what I desire not; I stiffen him for extermination. These pests infest my sleepy worlds. This creation is my image, coma of nonexistence; those who know not why they exist question my appearance.

Frequencies communicate through sonar; man disrupts desire for a precise wave. Series of volatile training sequences for bats losing their minds.

I am anger; experience possesses me for self assurance if I let myself go. I may be the supreme enemy of paranoia; somebody please tell him to leave me the fuck alone.

Spiraling into another whirlpool, I am unattached.

I am hostility for reoccurring sickly manifestations belonging to man's machine.

Lost inside the illusion I cannot find my self. I play the game for odd necessities and anarchist culture; I may starve from negotiable worry. Contemplating death of unwanted creations is delusional nirvana. Mysterious originality loses economical value; the cost for our mind. I testify the abnormally abnormal.