Grief of the angel mechanism
Kenji Siratori
:the null revelation:you/butterfly stroke/passion that
was open to the
drug/machine of hell halts///the fetus is your damage the horizon (ocular
of
the continuously massacre) the tidal volume screen that erases the mysteries
of 6 character to the black hole of the atomic earth that flutters the
butterfly stroke of the electron to the impregnation play of the off-season
hell that combines the character of ruin--your corpse at, the back of
the
keyhole shed tears your uterus thinly caused the quickening that was
full to
your rapture to the vacant atmosphere of gray shouted fearful female
dog I
howl and fills////the area of the unlife of the thinking that makes
absent
to my brain that passes through the beat of neon and be coming off--the
love, that is going to ruin the pierrot that the viscus plays the suicide
of
immortality and play love the drop of the lung that fatalities of depth
unenable records of hallelujah topologic crime of the respiration that
can't
precipitate...."nonexistent limit exists outside my body. I exist
in the
over there of the self-consolation where was stuck on your pupil. you
are
twisted the golden chameleon in the night****"the fetus that the
night of
sleeplessness is shaking an audition impossible pale street lamp to
the
murderous intention of the virgin of the quickening that is impregnated
the
hallucination that is descending drug into the body that froze you who
are
crying out as for I, the matrix of the generation that confused manufactures
the sun of existence difficulty and "....the looking coldly that
erases your
storage radiates heat to the space of the solitude that the butterfly
stroke
that passed the time of suicide was impregnated on the beach of the
solitude
where it cut....the consciousness that fetus came flying to the birth
of the
suffering of the chaos that I engraved on the figure of the murder of
my
cell...." I am going to forget the sufferings of the tears--
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Kenji Siratori: a Japanese cyberpunk
writer who is currently bombarding the internet with wave upon wave
of highly experimental, uncompromising, progressive, intense prose.
His is a writing style that not only breaks with tradition, it severs
all cords, and can only really be compared to the kind of experimental
writing techniques employed by the Surrealists, William Burroughs and
Antonin Artaud. Embracing the image mayhem of the digital age, his relentless
prose is nonsensical and extreme, avant-garde and confused, with precedence
given to twisted imagery, pace and experimentation over linear narrative
and character development. With unparalleled stylistic terrorism, he
unleashes his literary attack. An unprovoked assault on the senses.
Blood Electric (Creation Books) was acclaimed by David Bowie.
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