Shelumei, Veils Dancer

i apologize to all 5 ppl mortally wounded during my moment of Rigorous Values. in making my Objections pure i flayed you & hung the muscleclung on hook, in retrospect this was unnecessary, All Your Pain Was Unnecessary, None of This Mattered. as apology i will consider your Photographs on sabbaths

the elevator door Closes. i turn to you with an amicable laugh, , “So What Do You Want To Know About Our Nations Grid”

i had a dream that you had a dream about me

me & most of ur friends are inside a SHELL wondering where you are. we’re absolutely concealed & absolutely not having you’re not here

You should be allowed to wire money LIKE A TELEPATH. beaming dollars direct into their brain, chaching you’ve got new thought$$$. give your friends, allies, and enemies(?) money by letting them know youre thinking of them & through them

i keep getting this walm*rt Alert,, “there is plague in your area.. you must Immolate,” is anyone getting this. is this why the highway shoulder is Corpse

explaining to judge FaceDeep In The Clawtrap that a legal opinion means it can be debated, it’s just like an idea that latching spiderly on their CarBottom to licktrace the roads raceravenous is “”wrong””, officer yes im under arrest but how can there be law of Car when they didnt exist yet when God

im at the grotto cafe drinkin seafoam whirligunk like mermadness your worthless LandLogs could never hunter/gather. submit to ocean, retrace your ancestral destiny. slurp geotherms like a tubeworm in the Crushing Black Abyss more warm&cozy than youre daily Gasketing casketly, you gearbox bletcher

the joy of knowing Nothing. you’ve never tasted ignorance this exquisite. i’ve got the curiosity of Schist, i’m not afraid to stare at you so blankly that you forget my name and your name and the names of the trees and the billions of teemers buzzing about them

so like, in general, do you um like support the total devastation of mankind, or. ahaha yeah no just wondering. like if that’s something you dream about, the gnashing of the damned rent upon an unfathomable rack, the sun blocked out in blackblood, agony orgiastic to the climax of our species

apologizing 1 by 1 to all 55 moths flocked in my closet. gently feeding them tattered jackets while they pitterpounce on the flickering light, staring straight into the flickering light, bulbing my lips to kiss the lightbulb’s strobes, into my mouth a moth & i sigh it satisfied, or the hoping to

Length is the soul of wit and you should physically m*rder k*ll anyone who disagrees

me&3 other princesses are in the DEFC*N PowerDrill Palace cackling about “being known”. we’re watching you thru a magic mirror developing uninhibited emotional intimacy & just CRYING with laughter. you’re inviting him to understand the depths of your soul, we’re taking turns doing impressions of you

solving grudges with “wait a second, but why shouldn’t they hate me, i have zero positive qualities”

extremely angry shows of generosity

the only thing you can control is your attitude towards the agony machine

doing hour&half comedy set about “nyq**l tastes so much better than dayq**l, it’s such a night and day difference” just variations on this joke over and over the whole set, swigging freely from Mason Jar of nyq**l the entire time, “have you ever had the moon in your mouth, whitesweet like selenium”

I'm not like other girls, I don't need a fancy lotion to befriend spiders

i'm pretty sure that i'm not a real person

hey i brought you some baked apple despairs i made as a little apology for teaching your cats to pray, i should have known their vicious god would find you unworthy

you do not need blood vessels!! they are lazy & wasteful & god has made a mistake making you like this. there are so many hive insects that could carry your nerve signals in blessed exotic chemhazes that bathe your veins in aurora chartreuse like a stained glass skinmass. take this Termites Syringe

your support ticket has been resolved: “what you ask cannot be done bow before the Unnameable weeping ways you could not bring Light”

only Pepsi Yuck quenches my ceaseless thirst to Suffer

don’t have a personality!! it’s a trick they use to imprison you!!

moderatly amused. but not enough to save you

can a cave painting of you arising from among the antelope to devour the sky’s colors be used as a form of identification, like instead of a driver’s license

my friends and i are all boulders, we have sat unthinking and unchanging under a zillion suns. it is impossible for me to learn or be despised. i bide until god ordains us Landslide Perfected into soulless scythes of a billion lives

be obnoxious in the ways they hate you, supersend hateably sublime

going into a cafe and asking for a hot water. refusing to make eye contact