Viscosity is the bridge that i have been searching for. How appropriate.
We rub falseness into our flesh, in the hope that it will be consumed and consume us. It is inevitable that it will flow off and become dead on the floor. But did we not want it to be dead? No - we wanted it to be dead and us, so that we may be defined and become our own flesh-trophy.
So because it is dead and falls off us, we rub and grind more until that which was on the floor is all around us and consumes us, and we cannot tell that it does not fit, and we are bloated with our own excess of self.
The false cannot take the form of the true, but it does purge into all space that is not flesh, until flesh itself can only be percieved as the inversion of it.
We rub falseness into our flesh, in the hope that it will be consumed and consume us. It is inevitable that it will flow off and become dead on the floor. But did we not want it to be dead? No - we wanted it to be dead and us, so that we may be defined and become our own flesh-trophy.
So because it is dead and falls off us, we rub and grind more until that which was on the floor is all around us and consumes us, and we cannot tell that it does not fit, and we are bloated with our own excess of self.
The false cannot take the form of the true, but it does purge into all space that is not flesh, until flesh itself can only be percieved as the inversion of it.
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