hmmm.
art. poetry. politics. narcissism. ramblings.
destruction.reconstruction
meow
It looks like a galaxy trapped in there.
…
I wonder what a galaxy tastes like.
How would it feel against your tongue: rough? Liquid?
How would it feel flowing in your veins, would it warm up your stomach like hot soup on a winter day? Would it bump and grumble and make gastric acid climb away from it and up your throat?
I bet it would be the best trip of your life.
I bet it would last a life time, too.
His process: Tomita first removes the scales and skin of fish that have been preserved in formaldehyde, he leaves the organism to soak in a mixture of blue stain, ethyl alcohol, and glacial acetic acid before utilizing the enzyme trypsin to break down protein and muscles, stopping the reaction as soon as they become transparent but before they lose their form. The bones are then stained by soaking the fish in a combination of potassium hydroxide and red dye, before the specimen is preserved in glycerin.
There’s a ghost in my mouth and it talks in my sleep.
Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks.
Then it walks,
Then it walks with my legs.
To fall,
To fall,
To fall,
…At your feet.
