IT [Experimental Prose / Writing Exercise]
A short writing exercise in steam of consciousness, written whilst listening to this It bleeds from every corner, every rune permutates through this ether into the back of crooked eye sockets, bled black rot, insipid virus. It crawls in the flesh, cradles the anxiety. It’s everywhere, creeping shadow, death, rot, Media. Newsreader on TV, blowjob […]
