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Trauma Logic
posted on 12 Aug 2025
“The first time she hit me, a barrier collapsed, a large barrier which had been invisible and unspoken, but which kept my torment safer for it was at a purely emotional level. That changed when the boundaries were crushed. The safety wasn’t coming back. I remember that there was a feeling of shock that made my eyes widen and my blood run cold. It’s not as if she was an affectionate woman before, but the idea that the one who had chosen to give me life wanted to hurt me struggled to take shape in my young brain. Things stopped making sense. There was nowhere else to go; the outside was hostile, the inside desolate. Outside of my home, they’d abuse me because of the way I looked. And then at home, I’d have my teeth broken for simply existing and taking up space. As one would expect, my mind went from sadness to anger and then to pure bitterhatred for everything that walked. But it wasn’t obvious at first. It was a monster of my own, slowly birthing itself in the innermost depths of my vessel. When it became too large to ignore, it had already fused itself with me. We were conjoined. It was then that I realized the universal human experience of soul-rot. We begin life in a state of purity, but then, at some point in the relentless forward momentum of time, an accursed hand lays itself upon our heart. The decomposition begins. It just so happened that the hand laid upon my face by my own mother would one day result in me laying my hand upon the entirety of all life. In my trauma logic, it is all who ever was and all who ever will be who must pay for my loss of innocence. And by their sacrifice, no innocence shall be lost again.”
Awaken
posted on 27 Jul 2025
A vast mechanized system. Intricacies span the bounds like a network of veins. Both organic flesh and synthetic steel coexist here, licking each others wounds and imperfections like hounds. Veils of sonorous waves enmesh the embryo of the innermost corridors of the processor. Distorted clanks, steam hisses, expanding circuitry squealing.
Somagenics
posted on 26 Jul 2025
The somagenics were a line representing my own unfluctuating hope.
With each vessel made anew, with the screeches of pain following the transformation of metal to flesh, glimpses of the inevitable and untimely decay of my children invaded me, shattered my own bones.
Biohorror Concepts
posted on 6 Jul 2025
Naming the Unnameable
Naming concepts constrains their true nature. It brings it down to the level that can be categorized which strips it of its raw implementation. To really know these things, you have to go beyond mentalization. The information needs to inhabit your body. You have to feel it take root at a visceral level. Once this happens, it stays with you.
Sentence Variation
posted on 21 Jun 2025