slo-blayed

Slip through the membrane, look straight ahead no side to side. Barrel through reality and ride momentum up the stairs, trip and fall up, sprinkler sweat, swallow that gasp before it beacons my arrival. Safe in the unknown and unfamiliar, so more secure than the hateful certain. So much possible. So many bodies and configuration. Hormones and enzymes and amino acids bouncing off and rubbing against to activate. Not to live, not to continue. No life process, no. No, no purpose. So excess and crucial. Break me down, dissolve self and reconfigure joints angles dimensions fucking limits. Til time pulls to snap back eject, rejects entropy in self-defense. Futile temporary victory for already lost, only victims those expelled to hard street straight and now.