ON THEE RADAR ALREADY

 REACHING FOR THE NEW, PURE AND TRUE. WRITING AS AN ESCAPE. TO WRITE ONE MORE GENUINE THING. A SPIRIT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH EVERYTHING ELSE. 

A FLAT CUBE IN THE AIR. GLASS-LIKE BODY FORMS. THE CLEANEST KILLINGS OF SELF-TRAITORS. ON THE RADAR ALREADY, TRACKED THEM. ENDED UP DESTROYING THEM. HALF CAT, HALF CHICKEN. WITH CHICKEN LEGS, A TWIN. ASLEEP WITH NO REST. I AM THESE TINY HOLES THROUGH WHICH AIR STILL PASSES. 

I DESERVE TO FEEL AND KNOW. DAYS WASTED. A SPECIAL FORM OF TORTURE. SOON EVEN THIS FIELD OF SKEPTICISM WILL NOT BE IN EXISTENCE. CASTLES OF DELUSION TO BE DESTROYED. FOR THE TIME HAS COME. 

THE ONLY THING I NEED IS ANOTHER SLICE OF YOUR GENUINE SMILE. FOR THE LAST TIME. 

DINOYA 17/2/23 - 18/2/23 2/17/23 - 2/18/23