The sixth consecutive megacitadel finally lost its power today. Each one displacing thousands on the streets— inhabiting spaces of null capacities. You said, “at night, the necro cops clean up the city of the filth and clangor.”
Enfolded inside my flesh is a seed that keeps oscillating on and on: a subdermal matryoshka. Trappings that can’t be outrun; I’m never safe, I’m ever-seen. If things are ever fair, then I am entitled to meet my tormentor. With this, I’m certain that hell is just a more comforting notion to me.
Shoegaze overdosing on meth and caffeine pills. Every release on Cloudrat's discography is a different flavor of insanity. This one is rocky road with a twist of antifreeze. Ghuughra