Original Thought

Grotesque mannequins stumble electric through my mind, clamouring through the debris in search for an original thought...

I think this thoughts been thought before.

Porcelain hands caress the angels cheek; the rust is rough where salty tears touched.

To think these thoughts were thought before.

Dancing on the back of an eel, you trip on one of the pylons running along its back. Electrocution resets your mind to before the incident occured.

Dancing on the back of an eel, you trip on one of the pylons running along its back. Electrocution resets your mind to before the incident occured.

Dancing on the back of an eel, you trip on one of the pylons running along its back. Electrocution resets your mind to before the incident occured.

I think the thoughts you thought you saw.

Stand up and duct-tape your face again, your thoughts are broken and must be fixed before this silence wears our minds away.