Dept of Engery - Permanent Markers Implementation Plan: Revision One

Revision One

This place is a message, and part of a system of messages.
Pay attention to it!

Sending this message was important to us.
We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture.

This place is not a place of honor.
No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here.
Nothing valued is here.

What is here is dangerous and repulsive to us.
This message is a warning about danger.

The danger is in a particular location.
It increases toward a center.

The center of danger is here,
of a particular size and shape,
and below us.

The danger is still present
in your time as it was in ours.

The danger is to the body,
and it can kill.

The form of the danger is
an emanation of energy.

The danger is unleashed only if you
substantially disturb this place physically.

This place is best shunned
and left uninhabited.

your compassion

is a cancer

and i'll cut you out

from the

marrow

of

my

bones

Shapers of My Adolescence

Glimmer

i've found it










now i'm going to kill it. smash it smash it smash it smash it.

shame it. shame on you. shame on me.

it was down there, so deep. just the faintest whisper of a thought.

i found it. i found it and now.



i hate it. i hate it. i love it. i hate it. so much.

nevermind who lost it. i found it. i have to kill it.

without me, it wouldn't die. it would linger. drag on and suffer.

this glimmer of hope. this trace of love.

if i left it alone it would suffer. if i didn't, i couldn't.

it would still be there. suffering. crying. crying out.

it would still be there. sobbing why?

why?


because it found me.


it clung to me. and i to it.

i tried to nurture it.

i thought in me, it would survive.




it wouldn't. it couldn't.

too much. hurts. feels. loves. hates.

it made me. or did i make it.

i have to end it. snuff it out.

if they find it. oh god if they find it.

no no no nonononononononononon on no nonononono nononononoononono.

they can't. they won't.

i'm sorry. they can't.





boots on. leg up.

bite the leather. bring the heel down.

do it. do it. do it. do it. do it. do it. do it. do it. do it. you have to.

goddammit you have to. for us. you have to.

it won't die. i have to kill it.

it was me. it always was me. this is what i am to it.

and it to me.

the glimmer of an eye.

that long ago went blind.

The Bitter Pill by Steven Brill

The Bitter Pill

i've been picking my scabs again