Writing
The forward slash is a sham. Bite the fucking bullet and let go of all comprehension, assessing and attempts to herd monkeys into composing Shakespeare. Repeat after me: nothing I ever do will be significant.
Let loose on the thought wagon. The coming and going of characters vacuum across the page. Dust collectors, shit snaring devices. A regular emu pickup parade at red camera lights.
What are we doing with these messes of words? These oblique structures rub against each other in an attempt to propagate.
To write is to characterise. To go under ascription, to attack or despise. In writing nothing is left unturned.