The love for your roots will tear you apart. This is me. Imna Jumper. Gleefully hopping between worlds like some post puberty rabbit, tripping your brains out on other worlds and spectacles. Going places. The pain is like a blunt knife prodded against your skin. It doesn’t get the job done and it’s messy, and […]
Read More ars vivendiThe Tale of the Invaded Mind intermezzo: Broca’s curse Amnasia Aphasia Fantasia L’aphasia the mind’s inability to scream i dreamed i was an ebony queen peace- and powerful, full of peace, full of strength, pouring my force into words was second nature sentences sculpted like clouds in harmony like a lulling merengue looking upon […]
Read More The Tale of the Invaded MindShe would practice waking up before opening her eyes. Dédi taught her how to do this. The soft and luminous yellow-red dome wired with veins like an autumn leaf – light filtering through her eyelids, her retina astonished at the complexity of such a small surface and her mind scared to know what else is […]
Read More AugustAmnasia Aphasia Fantasia L’aphasia the mind’s inability to scream i dreamed i was an ebony queen peace- and powerful, full of peace, full of strength, pouring my force into words was second nature sentences sculpted like clouds in harmony like a lulling merengue looking upon this thin, pale little me from above the grand canopy […]
Read More Broca’s cursewalls wrap around our minds ergonomically – with a view:
washed out versions of ourselves
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Sometimes, she measured the world by the units of her body and Flavi took perverted curiosity in her mortal nature. People were living statues delicately positioned by the tram stop, organized by an unspoken system of tiny everyday strategies. She would count the people crossing the street while chewing on her fingernails. They were deliciously […]
Read More The Trip“These are really ripe and I need to get rid of them”, gestured the hairy and heavy middle aged man as to explain the price. There was a label stuck between the freckled and very sweet smelling pears with a red half price hurriedly typed under the crossed out black full price. She picked up […]
Read More Blush responsehow could i explain how we got here how to make the story short so that you’ll listen it’s long and messy for you to really hear me complicated business, has its own anatomy bomb – after – gas – after – rocket – after – guns you want a short answer I wish i had […]
Read More short answerslike fish in poison water we grit our mutant teeth glaring at each other’s fins finish the weak and eat eat eat cynical hysterical fatalistic bunch our poor souls are bottomless but hear me out i have a hunch surprises live in your iris and the colour of your scales and we all belong to […]
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