Коще́й Бессме́ртный

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I was concocted in a Petri dish, whose brothers were amongst those handed out to patrons of a needle exchange. As a self-made puppet, I danced on my guitar strings until I broke my wrists. Every morning, I bandage the raw flesh on my chest in front of a mirror whose every shudder reverberates its eagerness to cascade over my head like New Year's Eve confetti. I see myself laid out on the decaying subway line I travel even in my sleep and envy those who would dive in front of it just to get to their destination, where traitors to their chemistry like me are served prepackaged in the spoiled meat aisle. Locusts have taken up their residence in my throat and despite the pesticides I drink, I still exhale their hatred.

I would like to apologize for the lack of new posts during the past few weeks.

I’m using most of my time to make money to support my habit, and by the time I get home, I usually fall asleep because I am both physically and emotionally exhausted.

However, I have put together a huge list of Drafts as well as Likes, which will all be added to the Queue once they are properly arranged and tagged.

This is just a note to show that this blog is still active. I hope to entertain you soon.