Invalid existence. I see me through a broken camera now. No more focal points, nothing to hold on to. These folds of time where phantoms live expose the flatness of the whole construction. These messages I’ve been receiving, hammer and nails for my own coffin. Already inhabiting the horrors to come. Missing number. Deep zero.
the Budafoki amended 
Invalid existence. I see me through a broken camera now. No more focal points, nothing to hold on to. These folds of time where phantoms live expose the flatness of the whole construction. These messages I’ve been receiving, hammer and nails for my own coffin. Already inhabiting the horrors to come. Missing number. Deep zero.
Omega.