Meltopsy

write please read and enjoy.

PAINT!

A cacophony of colors oozing forth

brushes tied to snails, trailing down the walls

gently leaving, grieving, berea ing, absent-minded

flooded buckets returning gravity through a hole in the ceiling

an uplifting sort of sinking feeling

rapidandvapiandtepidanddesperatesoundingthoughtsalarmingandtoofasttokeeptrackofnolove

one peace, not yours

no one's peace

manically depressed, laser toting showboating unknowing

shiny-newborn robots

Genius

not in this species

not I, nor us

no, not in any branch of these trees

tiers sprout from the infinite and looping possibilities

reforming and collapsing in on themselves in an endless artful expanse

of compounded implosion, colonization, conquering power of far-reaching negativities

DEATH!

to the sound of a dozen different solos all playing in isolation

all masterpieces in their own right, all together sensory devastation at once

beat this worshiped slime to a pulp, beyond recognizable satisfactory sensation

make noise mean something by making a void contain value,

to cross the stranglehold of you for unreason, murder the future nobody wants,

the future is dead and we killed it

the future is dead and we killed it

I saw its corpse

now I feel it!

The future is dead the future is dead the future is dead the future is dead the future is dead and the future is dead and the future is dead and we and we and we an d w e k i l l e d i tomorrow

more as usual.