The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse.
Issac MarionI long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.
Issac MarionTags: warm-bodies
Quod tu es, eqo fui, quod ego sum, tu eris.
What you are, I once was.
What I am, you will become.
Tags: warm-bodies
I don’t know why we don’t speak. I can’t explain the suffocating silence that hangs over our world, cutting us off from each other like prison-visit Plexiglas. Prepositions are painful, articles are arduous, adjectives are wild overachievements. Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead? Or do we just have nothing left to say?
Issac MarionTags: zombie
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