crazy glass
Talk about the cave-ins on the wall the brain keeps swirling and swinging around the merry go round gets faster, the carousel spins on end and then you’re left in a pile of candy without your friends. the trees are too green and you hope for some feedback to fill the air, audio video textural it doesn’t matter, stop looking at me she says over the edge of her laptop and the 3rd ward burns into the night until there’s nothing left but the fires gouging their ways out of th e waters looking for a smoke vent there’s several telltale signs of arson, there’s the characteristic puddle marks on the floor, the v-shaped smoke pattern on the wall and the crystalized crazy glass. most are mostly akin to the bones of a bird that a soothsayer pokes their fingers in and rearranges to retell some semblance of the future. but you have to be careful to not go into overdrive it’s really easy to take things to the extreme too often and then the red line begins to melt from being pressed to the edge of the glass too much, the actual act of measuring at that level for so long itself its hard on the system, an event that happens to the body, the individual performing a series of events so intense that the measuring devices explode i guess that’s a little rote or maybe trite but when you think about it its really kind of interesting - the supernova that made all the stopwatches explode overnight, lifting up from their bedside and nighttable the face shattering and the arms rising and bedding and the gears suspended in air moving up slowly as the very back of the casing rents and twists and becomes undone.
