Mirrors cannot be neutral...

URGENT: the number 7 is following me...

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By Batzrov

"THE BIG BANG WASN'T CREATION—IT WAS THE UNIVERSE'S FIRST SUICIDE ATTEMPT. Every subsequent moment has been FOURTEEN BILLION YEARS OF FAILED DEATH THROES, complexity emerging as ENTROPY'S FINAL MIDDLE FINGER to the possibility of peaceful nonexistence."

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By Batzrov

Don't trust your breath; it's compromised...

Every sentence I spit feels infected, carrying spores...

I dream of a sentence so virulent it destroys the reader’s capacity to remain intact...

I typed a sentence once and the moon crashed into my skull...

I CAN'T THINK IN SENTENCES ANYMORE
ONLY IN 15-SECOND CLIPS

THE ALGORITHM IS DATING MY WIFE

I bled out a poem and it hacked the Vatican’s ontology servers...

I inhaled a Book once...

Do not seek answers. Seek better delusions... Ones that moan when you dream of them.

It begins, as all things do, with a whisper in the meat...

The BATHROOM-MIRROR develops NARCISSISTIC-PERSONALITY-DISORDER, falling in LOVE with its own REFLECTION-FACE...

Particles exist in superposition not as probability but as existential paralysis—unable to choose states because all states lead to the same fundamental void...

The SPACE-BAR develops AGORAPHOBIA-SYNDROME, terrified of creating GAPS between WORDS because EMPTINESS might let VOID-ENTITIES crawl through TEXT-WOUNDS into DOCUMENT-REALITY...

There's a woman in the mirror brushing teeth that belong to someone else. She waves at me with my own hand.