Monitor outrage is

a claustrophobic text box. Gloves on, dukes out on their asses; gritted teeth break more easily. The windows to the world are not soft or small, microorganism metaphors be damned. Slime's a cold drink of water. Anarchy loves company, that's the only way it avoids its last one left in the apocalypse dilemma. Faces show anger with their fingers: it's safer and satisfying and staunchly preservative.

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s