Introspject

the slabs are huge and are uneven sky horizon that is no longer perpendicular another line is tangent to the straight line stability donned its mist suit it insidiously wraps around the curving walls makes the mouth of life produce a trembling voice words that echo slipping through the fog acidity of knowledge that created a never again aridity of the texture that covers the earth greed for how hungry the time is it's so easy to see mistakes and see that soon we will all be on the same painful side of this syringe