
Proof – a drug like any other, owner of a personality – distinguished from normality by another – redundancy – the company kept in a house of mirrors – fastigium of delirium – reaching out to reflections, projections, obsessing over glass, always cool to touch – infectious temperature travels through tips to lips and now every breath an ice pick chipping away at esophagus – fleshy mess – no words can make it in their natural state, they have to bend, contort, shrink, compress until the only meaning left is survival – tribal living in accordance with an unwritten, savage Bible – ethereal libel, permanent harm – spirits do not heal, they become their scars.
Quod erat demonstrandum
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