MORE LONELY PARASITES

HYPNOKRISHNA PLASTIC BAG OBSESSION GOES HORRIBLY AWRY---
a moment from the chairpersons of HYPNOKRISHNA GLOBAL MINISTRIES

He went to bed dinnerless but he rarely knew when he had had enough. The sheets on his bed could tell bleak secrets about him, about his lonely and selfish ways. He feels he lives too deeply inside of himself and while he fears any sort of human contact, he desperately desires to inflict his presence on someone. He would want them to understand him, to allow him to feel vulnerable in the arms of another, but just for a moment, because to linger too long is to give yourself up. He wakes up from a dull gray dream. He sits in his window for a while, watching the street below settle into itself. He imagined pretend therapy sessions where the therapist would tell him that a person’s dreams are a direct reflection of the personality, a mirroring of the mechanisms within.
---END TRANSMISSION
the predding was excerpted from the work in progress ACCIDENTS HAPPEN: THE TRAGEDY SPECTACLE uberwork by the crown prince of transgressive post-modern fiction HYPNOKRISHNA. This new aeon is OURS.

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