diaspora

re-emanated

in an offhand way she ballooned another reality into existence

running with the night

the road to awe

still transmitting

the cold veil

lost in transgression

apophenic reality has a way of looking at people

the reality dysfunction

spider and I approaches the wasteland depot

rather like fairy land isn't it

something was always there to induce neural responses

"slowly twitching and shifting"

the hollowed

breathe in the light