don’t think for a moment that your flesh is organic; that it hasn’t been caressed by The World’s fetid finger. you shouldn’t have asked me to examine you if you didn’t want the truth. i don’t mince my words, i’m surprised they didn’t warn you about that. is the sum you paid worth all of this disappointment?
yes, yes. remove your earrings. they will interfere with the machine.
unclench your jaw.
if you want my professional opinion, well, i think you’ve gone in the opposite direction than you intended. during our consultation you said the birds haven’t been around much since The Moon incident. this should have been your first clue.
the machine will tell me what i need to know, there’s no reason to panic before the results are delivered.
as i suspected, you’ve been fooling yourself for centuries, convincing the seed inside of you that it needs to change. its entropied into something more mechanical. you might as well switch your gin out for diesel at this point.
i’ve never seen a case like this.
Out. out, i need to think.
i have the goosebumps all over my entire body. i love when writing gives me the chills in a way of feeling rather than understanding. sometimes i focus too much on the concept of things and your writing is so satisfying to read because the concept doesn’t matter when it evokes feelings.
thank you for sharing and i hope you continue to share ur words
Hey, it's not like there's a solution to this. I mean, the more liquid I put in, is it because I want to become something? See, these changes or wanderings have been of no use. Just one real sip and suddenly everything seems quieter, maybe it's better to stay in the rain until it melts me.