

Beyonder Walls.Beyonder by ~conradseymour
Rubbing my forehead, in animal longing. on the beige rough, scralled notches, padded plastic seats to throw over shoulder one colour for old, two for new. I never knew the forehead mark would fade. I could have done with some help.
I stripped naked and tried to headbutt my way out. Nails behind glass. Doctors watch.
I lick Judaistic paper trips, conveniently stuck to the beast-door.
Looking back, there's just her, and copyrighted forms of plagiarism. I left the blood cult. The tube was deathly full. Stop. Silent.
Yes it's powerful stuff, and forgive me if I don't give the jelly-fish-man's hellish visions full attention. I bore qui