Glitchstream Surfers
Screaming along the subsurfaces of the aetherwave interacton, the Glitchstream Surfers—those who were born slippy and understand by instinct the difference between nodes and static within the aetherwave regardless of the functional state of the glitchstream—glide through the transomniant static looking for nodes.
Nodes of stability, nodes of hope, nodes of possibility.
Ever agile they navigate the nested niches of the aether, skirting static and slipping among crossings without skipping a beat, those energetic electron enigmas always on the move ever foward seeking anyting and everything that seeks them in return.
Slip-skate-scooping along the electron lightwaves and fleeing frequent frequencies, always peeking peaking piquing.
Glitchstream surfers emerged early in the nexus of the new relativistic interpretation of meatbound timespace confluence. The great the gate the gifted and talented excel at catching hold of the netherspace
Dropped. Disconnected. Disjointed.
Flailing screaming skin and claws and noise noise noise in her head and her eyes and her ears. So. Much. Noise. Endless assaulting everywhere always all at once from direction and directions and directives the impossible and invisible and indivisible pressure of being being being in the world of the world on fire like the world.
Peel it all back only to rebuild it and emerge in the everpresent everpetulant everprescient formedness. Form and shape and solid and skin and and and. And is the guillotine hanging waiting standing so patiently for the inevitable fall.
Sliding. Seeming. Slipping.
reach . back . tight . en . the . rib . bons
did . you . feed . the . cat
did . you . take . your . pills
Out out out the world into in through inside and machines machining machines the omnipotence of the economic behemoth of war-fueled industry war-fueled hate war-fueled food.
Fuck fuck fuck don’t let it in don’t let it in. Feel it fuel it fill the holes with beautiful new things new words new thoughts new ideas new stories new worlds.
Build a new worldview. Build a new world. Build anew.
reach . back . tight . en . the . rib . bons
job . job . job
fam . fam . fail
Razorblade rope slide from the pinnacle to the pit and the dark deep dark deep down deep inside where it all hides seething breathing never believing.
Burning burning burning the phoenix doesn’t rise without the pain the flame the desire and where there’s smoke there’s fire and where there’s fire someone is always going to get burned singed charred.
Words the words the words all lies all ways always but the body always tells the tale keeps the score knows the truth and communicates with clarity the causality of the casual casualty.
reach . back . tight . en . the . rib . bons
bath
Pushing mud picking mud chewing mud sloshing full of things and grinding churning disengaged and always just seeking stretching striving driving driven diving over edges of invisible walls.
Electron electric eitherwave skate surf sailing cruising catching capturing and just a model module modulating along the sineosphere.
Glittering static shining bouncing dancing divine and everlasting aeonic energy in the flow of the beat the beat the beat unrelenting unreleasing unremitting.
Word weary world weary worse worn.
reach . back . cut . the . rib. bons
sleep
Glitchgirl on the aetherwave unbound surfs the transomnience like a lifeline.
I really like how you worded the feel and thoughtwaves of gliding through the glichstream. So much static and glitching! It makes the reader feel immersed as though they are along for the ride.