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.