_SPECTRAL INFECTIONS

_SPECTRAL INFECTIONS

WILL THEY STAB YOU A SECOND TIME? A coarse love that leaves abrasions filled with spiteful bacteria. DO YOU REMEMBER SCREAMS IN HEAVEN? The first head wasn’t like the last and the last head seldom resembles the first. Pockets of love left on the skin. THERE IS A SCIENCE TO OWNING AN AUTOMATIC RIFLE THAT MOST OF YOU IDIOTS WOULDNT UNDERSTAND. Bloated distended belly aching full of cheap beer peeling at gold labels. ON YOUR FUCKING HANDS AND KNEES CRAWLING PICKING THROUGH THE SURFACE COLLECTING SUSPICIOUS PIECES. A layer of oil a layer of dirt a layer of crusted salted excretion coating human skin. Permeating smell of thrice burned cooking oils cycled from a plastic bottle. WOULD YOU BLAME SOMEONE FOR THEIR APATHY // WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO PAY AN OLD DEBT // there are days when I miss the guillotine so very much // Foul smell of the carpet drifting upward. There is a man speaking. He is babbling. The words making no sense. He talks of conspiracies broken into fragments. The chains of words have no true connection. I am here for drugs I am here to buy cocaine and any hallucinogen. I am here. I am here. The man is slightly excited moving his hands. The others ignore him. They make no acknowledgement of his words, but he is in the rotation, he hits the blunt and he passes it back. Though the others refuse to acknowledge the words, he talks.  

I can’t tell you, I can’t tell you, stars are spectral fibers segments bits of things and time, time is something else, we don’t know it, I don’t know, there’s a television show, but remember that song, that song what was that song, and I know someone, someone out there is looking for me, no not looking, not looking, maybe watching, maybe was there was someone in that room, and then in April, was it April back on Hollybrook Ave, and I was at that apartment but the door wasn’t red it was blue light blue and if you didn’t see it there I think I watched it there with my mom or my uncle and David wasn’t there and I haven’t seen Ryan in ages I can’t remember but we saw Social Distortion and they kicked us out because that drunk guy got in a fight and they thought it was us 

around the second block there was a bend and there was a bend in time

ITSAJOKEYOUCANFALLANDBREAKYOURNECKIFYOURENOTCAREFUL

You must treasure the memory of a good failure. 

The time of the vigilant Samaritan is short. HE WEARS ARMOR. Small heads with blank eyes. Ornate engravings within the chest plate, weaving crest of vines strangling a horse mounted by a foul humanoid beast. WE NEED THE EYES TO LOOK REAL AS REAL AS WE CAN GET. Can you stimulate the parasite enough for us to get another 10 minutes? GET ANOTHER RENDERING QUICKLY BEFORE THEY SLIP AGAIN. 

We can start the interview at any time. Edit this first bit. Cut that intro stumble out. Get more of them twitching I think that works if we keep a few of those. Did they stay in the box? In the frame the whole time? That’s almost impressive for a beginner. DO YOU REMEMBER MUSIC IN HEAVEN?  

Pools of hope. Damp sockets. We have a grin here and there. We certainly need the new wave to be photogenic and ironically attractive. The people that gravitate to us are hardly difficult to convince. ENTER USER NAME AND PASSWORD NOW

Your resume is fairly impressive but we want to know where your aspirations lie as an actress. IF YOU GET TOO CLOSE YOU WILL SMELL IT ON HER BREATH. While you were away the machines were considering their options. You are not a part of those decisions. Have you read the script? I know we sent you a message about the requirements. 

She spends $10 at the corner store on a bottle of vodka. then she walks two blocks away to the all night gas station she prefers.  she pours a quarter of the vodka into her metallic travel cup and filled the rest of it with cherry cola

FACE LIKE A LEECH // STARED UPON // WITHOUT EYES

The first of several files I found I could hardly read were a strange gathering of documentations that included descriptions based in a rough type of half-literate code language. It Will Not Bring You Joy. It’s with you now. 

You found it. It was something you remember. Something from your first dreams. You didn’t think it existed. We are scattered on the stained pavement. The night is ugly and warm. This memory. It is with you now. 

And how long have you been homeless? 

Where are you living or where do you have temporary residency?

We will need an address 

You can use a piece of mail such as a utility bill for confirmation

You are homeless?

How long have you been on the streets? 

Another interview

Are you a drug addict?

Do you smoke it or shoot it?

A brown wet old piece of apple

A blue muscular action figure with a broken arm

They ate they food I bought because they were mad at me. I had no money. I had nothing. I slept in a cold bare room with no furniture. Working. Coming home knowing the pieces of shit went into my room and searched through my things debating on what was worth stealing and would I notice. What could they take that I wouldn’t get mad about. The LOUD ONE would play guitar late at night from the most expensive thing in the apartment, an amp he bought using student loans. He wouldn’t sell it, even when he couldn’t pay rent. He said one day he’d be playing in stadiums. He played the same sweeping patterns over and over and over never changing never adding anything.

THERE IS ANOTHER PLACE / A DIFFERENT TIME

Locked in the room. They accused me of being rude before they beat me. They tell the doctors and the supervisors I was being difficult, and then became violent when I was moved. The smaller CERTIFIED NURSING ASSISTANT won’t punch me anymore because of the bruises it left the last time. Instead he uses techniques he learned watching martial arts instructional videos online. The larger CERTIFIED NURSING ASSISTANT likes to bend arms and legs until you yell or start to scream and then they keep bending. 

You need to be something more. You need to be social. That’s the only way to make it.  

How was your childhood? Where did you grow up? It wasn’t easy was it? How did your XXXXXX treat you? 

The next hotel room later that night wasn’t as good. Nothing was clean. The small room with stained wallpaper with pale cream flours. Smears of food on a round fiber wood table in the corner. A dark wet stain on the tile meeting the carpet was still drying near the bathroom.

SHE SAID HER NAME WAS LITHIUM AND SHE HAD SCARS ON HER STOMACH

SHE SAID THE SCARS WERE FROM YEARS OF RITUAL ABUSE 

SHE SAID HER FAMILY WAS PART OF A SATANIC CULT THAT USED HER FOR BREEDING

SHE SAID SHE HAD ALMOST 20 ABORTIONS

THE YELLOWING PATCH OF SKIN THAT WAS NOT A BRUISE

Her father was a jeweler, a thief, and a liar. She lost a foot from an infection after stepping on a shard of amber her father left on their floor. When she got sick her mother told her she was lying and her father didn’t even bother to check on her. She heard her mother later while she was lying in bed sweating and nearly delirious with fever. Her mother was in the kitchen under her room, she was drunk with father calling her a lying little bitch. Four days later her foot was stinking wrapped with t-shirts with layers of newspaper and filthy bandaging. Because of the fevers and the painkillers the memory of what happened next was a little hazy, there was a hospital, then the police, then a lot of people asking so many questions 

They found the nurse pouring saline into the man’s tracheotomy during her shift. 

It depends, we can put you in protective custody. The detective tapped his pen on the white paper laying on the table. This is cheap he thought. My life is over and its happening sitting in a fucked up chair in front of a ten dollar folding table. Where was the other cop?

Lacking the memory needed to proceed. 

Lost in the woods. Smell of fresh rain. Soaked dead leaves. The damp trees. 

Carcass in the bed. Who was the last one that spoke to you? Was the dialogue amicable? Do you know the way to the large store? There was something under the sheet and it was wet. The smell of meat. When you get old you grow tired. When you get old you don’t care as much. 

She held her phone to her head and pretended to be taking a call while watching as the police cruiser passed by. The lump by her ear still stung. The swelling was down and the skin was already starting to bruise. 

He walked clutching the duffle bag down the hall and to the right like the supervisor had said. The room was fairly large with clean walls and several beds most of which were occupied. A scrawny tall man with large eyes stared at him. He started looking over the beds searching for one that wasn’t taken.  

The older men sitting at their cots eyed him with a distant appraisal before drifting back to their conversation

<Pulling a parasite from the intestinal wall>

<STAND IN BLOOD> 

-SECTION 2-

The death of their world birthed a hungering plague that traveled the stars 

For The Glitch

Dimensional context

A BROKEN WEB OF COAGULATED FEAR

WALLS OF IGNORANCE AND PARANOIA FLESH PAVED WITH REGRET

The deadly voices of imagined restitutions echos of the greed that pervades permeates enrapture the facets of gold and lead lining the mercurial crown beset by the gardens of old glory tainted by the echoing poisons of those allowed to flourish for ages with their acrid bells of flaunted 

_CHAT

<_CHAT LOG_>

_user 781334-B: skin stretched so much it tore

_user 781334-B: uncomfortable 

_user 547188-B: missing out

<forward link> <alt window opened> <location search>

_user 651123-B: did you see XXXX in ———— yesterday??

_user 651123-B: dumbfuck u kno the rule

_user 781334-B: mebbe I dnt care

_user 547188-B: wtf u mean?

_user 651123-B: leaked disco 1

_user 547188-B: when?

_user 651123-B: 2 days ago

_user 781334-B: snitch ass 

_user 345821-B: wow

_user 223247-B: u dum piece of shit

_user 651123-B: burn it all 

_user 547188-B: you fucked this 

_user 781334-B: so make another yall bitches

_user 547188-B: years of material fucked bc you

 _FEED_BREAK

_user781334-B: its so fucking stupid idk why u evn care

_user547188-B: bc my fucking shit… 

_user986161-B: u shld care countdown begins 4 u

_user547188-B: fucking with the wrong ppl

FEED BREAK

_CT_User 8329: see you get these little tabs and its really helpful especially if you have allergies 

_CT_User 1185: I use that one app. I think it’s from the same company that did the COVID tests 

_CT_User 5677: I have to get Alexs phone

_CT_User 8329: did you try that tea I told u about??

_CT_User 5677: i told u what i found right?

_CT_User 8329: Nah what’s up?

_CT_User 5677: baggie with 4 blu in Rey’s stuff

_CT_User 8329: FR? 

_CT_User 4415: wht a holdout bich

_CT_User 8329: with that sht

_CT_User 

_FEED_BREAK

_CT_User 8329: did you see the news

_CT_User 1185: yeah XXXXX sent me some pictures that are going around

_CT_User 8329: so many dead its crazy

_CT_User 1185: yeah they are saying its one of the worst accidents of all time

_CT_User 4789: so terrible

_CT_User 8321: let me send you that news link 

_CT_User 8329: send it. I cant find that video anymore

<SIGNAL LOST>

_FEED_BREAK

_DSC_User 0811: yea they say that shit all the time

_DSC_User 1452: fuk u fuk u fuk u fuk u

_DSC_User 4595: rly u phobic?

_DSC_User 7751: go find your dad

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ALL THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS YOU HOPED FOR ALL THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS YOU HOPED FOR ALL THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS YOU HOPED FOR 

SECOND TO THE FIRST PICTURE OF ANYA PASTED ON THE WALL SECOND TO THE LAST THERE WAS A TYPE OF GEOPOLITICAL AWARENESS THAT PERMEATED THE ROOM

These are hallucinations brought on by the depth of the idea. If you bare with me we can continue to the process please remember ending the process prematurely may lead to a loss of memory up to this point

VOID TO PROGRAM LEAD IN // H0RATI0 // EXE //

ALLIED TO FORM // DEDICATED LEAD // EXECUTE ALLIED FROM SECONDARY HELIX // 

<CHAT LOG>

USER 3016: dog in the room

USER 2653: dont bring that shit up again

USER 5772: you watch that current x?

USER 3016: god died in 2014

USER 2653: SND that sig 

USER 3016: god died in texas

USER 5772: g0d died at Bitter Creek

USER 2653 g00d 0ne

USER 5772: anything from our guy?

USER 3016: not yet but this is early 

USER 2653: trackers here are ticking away

USER 6083: <FOLLOW?>

USER 3016: wow

USER 2653: when is this from 

There is sincerity in this pain

This is my follower 

My family

My companion

This ever present pain that will never leave

This pain that will follow me into the darkness

>>

It only takes a few centuries before once glorified royalty finds itself buried beneath a parking lot

Deface the idea of this invisible sanctity before it chokes your mind

My blood my blood my blood will you last the night

Before night’s end will I find my bed 

Or find myself baptized in morning’s light 

Infecting yourself infecting each other. The idea seems abhorrent doesn’t it. Hungering not for immediate death but gradual agonizing deterioration. Yet the age beckons a new version of an old human predisposition. A preoccupation with disease

An old man with a pot belly freshly castrated running through the grounds, white hair tied in a tight pony tail he is smiling with a snowy beard and screaming at odd intervals eyes wide and mad, 

VIDEO FEED 

WE CAN MAKE ANYTHING

ANYTHING

BUT YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW

YOU WILL NEVER KNOW

EVERY WINDOW AGAINST YOU

EVERY SCREEN

(there is a dog in the room)

(there is no dog in the room)