spallation and fretting and exaclaimation point

i have a theory about entropy. entropy is when perfectly good systems and sure things deteriorate steadily over time, for nebulous reasons. sometimes i wonder if my mind will lose all of its tethers, someday. there is no reason that my system should be so softfooted, but it is anyway. muds, droughts, gravities and lacks thereof, yes.

poisons that seep to the surface, like with capillary action. all of the peoples yards and other lands have been stained yellow, even with the smell of iodine. violent dark gray, lustrous.

i have arrived at an isotope of myself. 43Tim. doomy and unabashed. sublimates at a temperature which any reasonable person would consider roomy. radioactive, mouth tissues disintegrate at unawares. being awake is uncomfortable. the tongue swells by 33% and sores develop. consideration is given to lighting a match, blowing it out, applying cinder to wounds.

offgas flares signal an attention. carcinogens obfuscate all of the airy air. and all of the beautiful sunsets have ended. the sun seems like a very large and obscenely bright star, sinister. peeling through the windshields. the world gets colder,. all of the people are in hates with each other. they pretend to be patient. i begin to stammer. start.

what will you pray for, human being, and to whom?

little phrases appear. doommood. the apostrophe s is yours.

tomorrow, the moon will gravitate at thirty feet above your normal ground. when was the last time you climbed a tree.

absence of question mark.