“Life’s Simulated”

*life’s simulated

sucking chest wounds series of

catholic sine waves


  • (This one woke me at 3 a.m. January Oncet and sods its way through three separated 3×5 pocket notebook pages done by the filament of one diode from a sidewinder that never would charge a cellphone I ever owned: but is a handier reach than a bedside table lamp I keep knocking off its perch to perish its bulb – yes! I do own some old-timey light bulbs with filaments so fine and fragile – and its iterations gnaw and gnaw.  This is the last bite done January 2 at 10:27 a.m. If any knows of its mean(ing) or even just its mien please tell soonest! I pray.)

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