Heartless creature of the night the ITS are cannibalistic in their search for escape. Whores for the next new thing they fluttered through a wide array of corridors and unmarked doors. Entering but not absorbing. Seeing but not absorbing.
The pack does not have a distinguishable leader but it could easily be dissected into two groups: a group of individuals dripping narcissism and a group of followers who lap up the bedpans of the aforementioned narcissists. Further segmentation is unavoidable.
The fringe
The its
The bums
The bees
As I enter the room I breathe in the questions of an outsider. Who is fucking who? Who is fucked on what? Who knows who?
….Who cares?
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