John

I hazily wonder if the blood from the shorn scalp will help lubricate my path forward. It doesn't. It clots on my skin and the scabs are torn away by the gravelly ground. I leave the scalp behind as I continue my descent towards the origin of the voice.

I hazily wonder if the blood from the shorn scalp will help lubricate my path forward. It doesn't. It clots on my skin and the scabs are torn away by the gravelly ground. I leave the scalp behind as I continue my descent towards the origin of the voice.

I hazily wonder if the blood from the shorn scalp will help lubricate my path forward. It doesn't. It clots on my skin and the scabs are torn away by the gravelly ground. I leave the scalp behind as I continue my descent towards the origin of the voice.

I move forward against the resistance and feel the pressure of this place bearing down on me like the acknowledgement of a being too massive for me to even comprehend. Ugh.

I move forward against the resistance and feel the pressure of this place bearing down on me like the acknowledgement of a being too massive for me to even comprehend. Ugh.

I move forward against the resistance and feel the pressure of this place bearing down on me like the acknowledgement of a being too massive for me to even comprehend. Ugh.

man i continue crawling forward inch by inch into a time that is stretch interminable by the claustrophobic surroundings the diameter decreases even further and the stones press indents onto my flesh leaving tiny little white lines on my skin that soon transition into red streaks which send searing signals to my central nervous system the surrounding earth steals my voice from me because i can't expand my lungs enough to scream what comes out is a reminiscent rasp

man i continue crawling forward inch by inch into a time that is stretch interminable by the claustrophobic surroundings the diameter decreases even further and the stones press indents onto my flesh leaving tiny little white lines on my skin that soon transition into red streaks which send searing signals to my central nervous system the surrounding earth steals my voice from me because i can't expand my lungs enough to scream what comes out is a reminiscent rasp

man i continue crawling forward inch by inch into a time that is stretch interminable by the claustrophobic surroundings the diameter decreases even further and the stones press indents onto my flesh leaving tiny little white lines on my skin that soon transition into red streaks which send searing signals to my central nervous system the surrounding earth steals my voice from me because i can't expand my lungs enough to scream what comes out is a reminiscent rasp

Hurts. Those were my father's last words, and now they belong to me as well. It is the only inheritance I deserve from him. Oh gosh, that line. It's the only inheritance I deserve from him. Ah, baby. That's a great line. The smothering soil closes in on me and squeezes into my nose, ears, and eyes. I breathe this place into me. I take them with me as I drag myself deeper.

Hurts. Those were my father's last words, and now they belong to me as well. It is the only inheritance I deserve from him. Oh gosh, that line. It's the only inheritance I deserve from him. Ah, baby. That's a great line. The smothering soil closes in on me and squeezes into my nose, ears, and eyes. I breathe this place into me. I take them with me as I drag myself deeper.

Hurts. Those were my father's last words, and now they belong to me as well. It is the only inheritance I deserve from him. Oh gosh, that line. It's the only inheritance I deserve from him. Ah, baby. That's a great line. The smothering soil closes in on me and squeezes into my nose, ears, and eyes. I breathe this place into me. I take them with me as I drag myself deeper.

Centimeters later, eternities pass by and I spiral lower. I feel the earth scrape against my eyelids. Oh God, please no. The point of a pebble pressures into my pupil and my compulsion to push on does the rest of the work. It ruptures like a great release of pressure. Vitreous and lacrimal fluid leave tiny little rivulets from my inunculated eyes down my flint's flesh and sting my exposed muscle.

Centimeters later, eternities pass by and I spiral lower. I feel the earth scrape against my eyelids. Oh God, please no. The point of a pebble pressures into my pupil and my compulsion to push on does the rest of the work. It ruptures like a great release of pressure. Vitreous and lacrimal fluid leave tiny little rivulets from my inunculated eyes down my flint's flesh and sting my exposed muscle.

Centimeters later, eternities pass by and I spiral lower. I feel the earth scrape against my eyelids. Oh God, please no. The point of a pebble pressures into my pupil and my compulsion to push on does the rest of the work. It ruptures like a great release of pressure. Vitreous and lacrimal fluid leave tiny little rivulets from my inunculated eyes down my flint's flesh and sting my exposed muscle.

Oh, oh, oh. Oh, she calls to me. I yearn to meet her form like a spark being cast off a campfire towards the sun. That spark will never join the sun, but they are ascending and I am descending. I will find my shining sun in the darkness of this place. Does it almost read a bit to Isaiah? Just curious.

Oh, oh, oh. Oh, she calls to me. I yearn to meet her form like a spark being cast off a campfire towards the sun. That spark will never join the sun, but they are ascending and I am descending. I will find my shining sun in the darkness of this place. Does it almost read a bit to Isaiah? Just curious.

Oh, oh, oh. Oh, she calls to me. I yearn to meet her form like a spark being cast off a campfire towards the sun. That spark will never join the sun, but they are ascending and I am descending. I will find my shining sun in the darkness of this place. Does it almost read a bit to Isaiah? Just curious.

I think that's a good call with the birth canal and the mother thing and stuff. To me, I also see that the digestion thing seems more, it's like the walls of the cave are doing like a mechanical digestion, like ripping his skin apart, ripping his eyes across and stuff like that.

I think that's a good call with the birth canal and the mother thing and stuff. To me, I also see that the digestion thing seems more, it's like the walls of the cave are doing like a mechanical digestion, like ripping his skin apart, ripping his eyes across and stuff like that.