somewhere inside the space where magic meets molecule, i am writhing--crazed by pain and death. but my mind is thinking about head-sized prism-esque candies.

while at work this afternoon, a girl told me that 2012 will begin the chaotic mergence of a collective conscious. something inside me tells me all that will do is empower people to become addicted to more things, other people, themselves.

shopping list: burnt red veined curtains.