the point of the imagination is not to make strange things settled
but to make settled things strange--
to deliver some small implication of symphony to still pristine+mechanical worlds.
don't skim these fields in the castle of your head; words aloud are mean to be read; or, IMAGINE not in a cute way but in A REAL&UGLY WAY = put a pv in yr head of all these barbs of imagery. we're not reading tory financial reports we're reading RED&PURPLE so SEE THAT white desert in yr head = this'll all be real
(slight seizure warning for part 2, still ver on my tumblr :D )
a growthspurt comes out of the cove of the colours, a new girl in red and on fire; old copperwire all over the hair of the GIRL to wreck GIRLSWORLD; shorttailed and shorthaired a little part swept by the winds of her falling and aiming: she's cared for by the hairs of these three GIRLS: the GIRLS of this COLOURFUL COVE
>>>a fanpoem about 8EYES and ANGELS and the truth
TW for sexual themes, derealisation, and self-despise
witching away and swallowed by forests;
eaten up by maw of the night;
burning your man's ruined totem;
catch some worms in a horrorterror of flesh:
some fuckup on the rocks by strange and starry Gods
>>>because i hate the way we the trans and gender rebels are objectified.