Tagged and IDâd. You donât have to seek it out. No mystery. Who could mistake these blocks all razed by miscreants eschewing any chance of laying low? Thatâs the mark, the modus. I sighed and did due diligence.
This is the easy mode for the voyeurs and scouts in training.
âThoughts laced with magma. Diluted lucidic expressions violently erupt, with acidic intentionsâbleeding outside the lines, colouring the pages of the mind.â
[J. Klemm, 2013]
Streaks let you find yourself. What couldnât be torn bends in echo to the blows. Debris let you plot yourself. Iâd bet that path maps pentagrams for roads.
Woes let you find yourself. Shrieks ricochet throughout some metadata hellâs parsed charts. Some poor schlub surveyor melts their face, ark-style, with one glance.
This is the easy mode for the voyeurs and scouts. You could only miss this corpse when distracted by those corpses there.
Diffuse the surprise, or catch it with purpose. Disruptionâs the ride that bucks off its riders.
Thatâs not the thunder to the sides. Your wreck of an engine is alight, strewn through these crowded lanes. You shake until itâs ended: a work of art, wreckage like genius blown apart. Iâm so in awe of it, yet still I canât regret what I havenât the nerves for. Egress on the blast. Godspeed you bastard.