Hypercool

Exporting the input of information importation. That allusion to literary suicide. An artist dying in a straightjacket of style. Grandeur has its own delusions. Like flights of fancy in the shattered moonlight of a day spent asleep. The ringing bells of psychological masturbation. Unseen and unwanted hands caressing the genitals of your brain. Coaxing the cerebral clitoris into sustained orgasm. Awake alive and raped. Not even knowing your victimhood. Stuck there. Those days. Faint fading memories as all becomes life in general.