Jester's Funeral - Therefore I Am
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Kafkaesque transformation. A mosquito sucking on your pulse while you
inject another syringe dream. Enter the insect through opiate pathways
and make yourself a home in its chitin corset. Ride its body bloated with
your sedated self. Escaping into a radical shift of perspective. Macrocosm
redefined. The instinct-driven, impulse-guided reality of the insect proves
to be the perfect sanctuary. A greater need replaces all the complications
of free will. The skeeter is the purer junkie. Losing yourself in its hunger
you disappear: on extended wings, downwards into darkness