when you slice the neck the heart keeps pumping and the blood flies everywhere, it covers the face
and if you’re in the jungle the mosquitoes swarm down and cover the face.
and if you’re surrounded by smoke use a knife more than the gun and the more you kill the more materialize out of the dark the grey dark.
in a vacuum like a videogame, and the more you kill the further away you move. those are plastic mosquitoes and well-practiced screams. my children live on TV-screens and bars, and all the action is wasted, wasted, pointless, all alone.
empty removes from emptiness. the pure aesthetic is magic, and magic is a pseudo illusion of getting something from nothing.