the fact

it was a cuckoo clock that was the pride and joy of her life. a made in switzerland unoriginal - but originality escaped the grasp of this cubic space. the invalid burgeoning from the center of the room above atmospheric pressure.

it was the way the non-existent eyelashes had somehow left scar marks on the underside of her eyes that made me stare while she was sleeping from
the cube within a cube where i lived and dreamed for intervals marked by that faint mechanical twitch.

bald bulbous eyes that liquified with love, the veinous twist of wrists
the bare bones that lobotomize the night

long-range submarine

scroll down the brain stem
academia like poetry

mercaptans and hydrazines
water in toluene
but
a strand of hair continually degrading
neurochemical confluence

a cellular stanza interruption

Budaya semacam batu
Budaya merejam mata

Kemajuan diri adalah penghapusan bangsa
Apa makna evolusi ini

osmotic pressure

My head was swollen from the effusive restraint emanating from the eighteen adults and three small children crouching in the dim space. The floorboards were aged and leaking
reeking a faint scent of urea
(cow piss, complemented with a butane bouquet.
The only ornamentation was a red shrine - a centerpiece - acknowledging the death of the patriarch some 20-odd years before. The electric candle bulbs carelessly flickered against a thin veil of dust.
'Temporary petrification,' I would think, at times when I looked up at the others. 'No digital display. Power supply disrupted.'

I sat with a dying woman laying around the corner. I remember I fell asleep in front of the window, the sensation of breeze translating into a half-waking purgatory. I fell asleep and dreamt that I was not near the Thai border waiting for my bulbously ill grandmother to turn bulbously deceased. I dreamt I was in London, riding a bus and having sex with an estranged aunt I had not thought of in years and have not thought of since.

absentism

back then,


back then,
back
then.

wait. hey,
hey guys, how did it go again?

molarity

You could feel tension,
all along the buccal cavity. The teeth, they are
restless
restless
restless
ly sessile

Fugu went about its way in the water. Sometimes it leapt out of the ocean and adjusted its specific gravity to crest on the tenuous equilibrium of the aqueous membrane. It watched ships pass in the day and in the night.

time travel

Months after Ron had entered the wormhole, he began to feel a certain discontent tumourous in the pits of his arm. The vision of a death now far away did not now seem a good ambition. Every time he looked into a face presently familiar but long-ago, he would say, "Who are you".