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from anaThema
Their dim middle years spent as sentimental parasites, skin’s sag clipped tight at jawline to stretch a frown sideways down & sneer steering clear of shopping pattern affinity signals if you’re vying against other lifestyle brands while binge watching a scientist’s necrophilic nipple pinch. History tweaks in re-release & streams for all three seasons. There’s a scalpel down the middle, hieroglyphics revealed to be the clavuncular nonsense better suited to a mom & pop novelty shop. Still they save for eBayed antiquated anatomical tomes & they wait before displays of human taxidermy hoping someday someone alive might make eye contact & misstate some small fact in urgent need of clarification. * They drank whiskey on top of antidepressants on top of anti-seizure meds in maker spaces atop condemned school buildings while locals protested outside. They each secretly hypothesized being descended from witches & laid claim to Rasputin as their spiritual mascot. They spoke to their many friends about misanthropy & always this malaise when editing abstracts for various medical journals. In their moral turpitude, they find insufficient evidence that the twelfth step is any better than the first. Sure, there are clinical trials but in their glass caskets they are weeping for their callouses, another unread palm in a fist-bump world. |
