Katherine sat fat goat-heeled with incredible legs stretched out on the floor. The things she reflected were dead things, dead things from small panoptic eye. She looked through lank strings of dark wet hair… looked through blood flesh and bone… through being and nothingness.
Gargled and punched out she hung ideas on the periphery of normality, picked out all the heroic bits from the Iliad and gathered the strength to get up. She tip toed across the blade, red, mirrored and overcautious, with cat limbs; she slunk water and bloody reservoir down into a soft fleshy chair.
Beyond conceptions and out of the window she wrapped up the green sky with nostalgic and formless orgasm.
-am i as i factorial… am i!
