Eric Simpson
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Degradation
On the last day of his life, an alarm clock brings Peter Lindquist from the belly of night up to the stars of consciousness. He thinks, today I die, today I die, today I die. Some chemical response tightens his gut, but that could also be easily mistaken for his feeling of lust. Lindquist's primary focus swims in the fixed image of Megan, the volley of exoteric swells and informal curves that comprise her form, the softness of her skin, her lips, and her crass shamelessness.
By Eric Simpson7 years ago in Futurism