Hahaha.
Explanation:
I haven't been on this site in years, but when I was, my friends Panika, Tiny, Gabe and I LIVED in this forum.

So, for old time's sake, I'll post some of my writings up here :)


/shattered.
An orange wall unfolded around the corner, inside two gangly men arranged squares of color and light while a third pressed against the glass, lost in their work and absorbed in their skill.
It was this third that I chose, walking toward him in the slyest of movements, brought to him on a current, neither memory or imagination could conjure. I turned him around, pressed him against the glass.
"The dangerous words are the most beautiful" I breathed into his ear.
My body locked his in place against the glass. Shattered.
The two men startled, but didn't see me by the time they turned around.
The top world was practical. Commercial. Capital. Consumed by consumation. Millions of points on a map, thousands of squares in a line.
Every body had the chemicals, the viruses, the madeup diseases and the false cures. Things were as they should be. It wasn't until this encounter that I discovered the other side of things.
As I was dropped from a square, the ground parted. I let my mind release, consciously let go of all the beliefs I held, and I was swallowed. Through layers of orange light, through shards of glass.
It consumed me, like fluid, from the back of my neck to all the most vulnerable muscles, until I was wholly inside. Passageways of past lovers, inside their ribs, through their mouths, between their eyes.
A dark hole met me where I finally gave in. Familiar, like an old house with cotton windows and burlap walls. Old things sat here and there, a stove, a bathtub, a door or two. They were not alive, though. They were not useful. Dead and forgotten, hidden in this blanketed cavern. I felt underneath the world. I felt his presence. The third person. This tense of existence. He was lurking somewhere, waiting.
I sought him out, touching as much as I could, but nothing was tactile. Everytime my fingers came into contact with something, there was no registry, no feeling, like a shell of breath around me. Had I breathed these walls into their places?
His glance seized mine and we were immediately interlocked. I felt myself slipping further.