But what, then, might be lurking — watching us — within this mist?
Glitched fairy dances… White noise — shroud of the dream factories…
Flash — ode to a distant, xeroxed time…
Fallen fervor… Soundtrack of artificial paradises…
Dystopian prescience: execution of being-in-the-world…
Dreamlike lace cut straight into the flesh, cursed, blessed, exhausted…
Flash — floral concupiscence, emaciated confessions…
O evanescent cathedral, resounding beneath the incandescent stridencies of glaives…
Orgy! Orgy… orgy in grayscale.
Clamors of ether-bodies…
Roaring lightning of light, sharp as the razor of suicides…
Oscillation — waves like graves… Scopic field of ruins…
copulating with architecture-sepulchers; new sap irrigates these wrecks of raw monumentalist brutalism…
vibrations… undulations… off-kilter melodies… vapor of steel…
Laudanum, my brother… Abel on acid…
Flash — cyclical ecstasy, hearts stitched with the same Ariadne thread…
Introspection of the damned… echoes of a fragmented dream…
The curve of a hip slices through space… spasm and contortion… Sensual hammering…
noises and melodies…
a voluptuous kiss, dagger of nights without tomorrow…
Red lips kiss livid bodies…
Anguished dreams open doors to infinity…
BRÜMES-STEEL!
Flesh mists…
BRÜMES-STEEL!
Dreamed mists…
BRÜMES-STEEL!
Invoked mists…
BRÜMES-SHROUD!
Iron mists…
BRÜMES-TEAR!
Slashed mists…
BRÜMES-LABYRINTH.
