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The Key to Ithiccana

 Chapter 1 -------------------- I was arrested for level three copyright piracy. It was the fall of 2133.  I was given a life sentence and placed in a corporate prison. Dark Raven perpetual holding facility. My cell was a two meter cube. All metal. My bed was just a crude metal bench. The toilet was like a bucket with a drain, and there was no toilet paper. No shower. No window. No leaving the cell.  The guards were sentry drones. About the size of a beach ball, they hovered above the ground. Black stainless steel coated their exteriors and within there was no heart to speak of. They're glowing cyclopean red eyes gazed into the cell from time to time, illuminating the dimly lit space with a hellish digital aura. I became insane quite quickly. Talking to myself, crying. I would pinch or hit myself, just to feel something. The drones would come every few days to search my cell. They would instruct me to strip naked, spray me with a cold sanitation foam, and leave me a new s...

Exilon DR

 Exilon DR (Exilonamphodioxyzine delayed release), was still in its experimental phase. It was a 7th generation atypical antipsychotic, with a heavy emphasis on the atypical. In theory, it was supposed to function by guiding the user through a gentle "passive psychosis". This was meant to drain buildup of serotonin in the D3 and D6 receptors. It went into clinical trials in spring of 2283.  That's where I come in. I've suffered bipolar disorder type 3 for my entire adult life. It's not getting better, it's getting worse. The established antipsychotics of the sixth and fifth generation have not worked for me. The costs to my personal life have been drastic. After an emotional outburst cost me my job at a meme factory, I sought out new solutions. This is how I came to be enrolled in clinical trials for Exilon DR. Due to the nature of "passive psychosis", we were in a supervised environment. There were 30 of us from what I could tell, quarantined in an ...

Stalker (Poem)

 The first note I found In a drainage spout, When incoming rain Had jostled it out. "I've been watching Janice, But she isn't watching me. I speculate her spectacles  Can make it hard to see. I've memorized her patterns And seen her come and go, I've rifled through her diary For secrets I should know..." The next note was left In the trash by a desk, In the room in the back Where the seating is best. "I've been following Tiffany I don't think she's aware, I feel a grand epiphany  But she doesn't know I'm there. I have a hidden secret, A portion of her hair I cut it while she's sleeping, I knew she wouldn't care..." The last note I found in a cereal box I had opened brand new With a sealed cardboard top. "I'm obsessed with Gigi, She always reads my letters, I watch her watching TV And I sniff her dirty sweaters I need her as my trophy, She will be my secret wife, when she has her morning coffee, I will come to take...

Meowing In The Darkness issue #1

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Nothing to Defend (Poem)

 Resurrect the god of greed The keeper of the slave, Two hands fight like shadows now, Reflected in the cave. Deconstruct the reconstruction, Alienate the self. Summon ancient seraphim, To suffocate in filth. Bring about the absent eon, Shatter every gate, No more souls to oppress or feed on, Prisoner of hate. Prisoner of emptiness, In a self fulfilling void. Builder of your own starvation. The balance is destroyed. Incinerate the sacred numbers, Leaving none to count, No angels sing, no beast can slumber, No faith is left to doubt. No one left to put beneath you, The hierarchy ends, A war of nothing,  a land of no where, That nobody defends.

Performativity Theory (poem)

 Strange angles of the architecture Bursting through the ruptured structure Phallocentric angel rising Light within my soul is dying Angel burn in hell forever Flames of lust become my pleasure Angel sign my demon's ledger These chains have now becomes my treasure

Abstractica #9 (Comic series)

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