impalpable paleness

These butchers of souls, cleavers and scalpels to dissect and scrutinize in stained aprons, skin the tender nucleus of your peculiar introspectiveness. Then fold it in flaxen parchments, tied up in twine, addressed and dispatched to museums hosting an exhibition of oddities. At which, engraved in gold plates, the names of assumed superficial diseases: “nonconformist”, “imaginative”, “unrealistic”, “eccentric”, “loser”, “reclusive”, “impulsive”, “timid”, tacked to their cylinder cases, and buckled by brass clasps, for an audience of attendees, ignorant.







Girl meets ncy