Aging Net Artist

the default the markers in place at the edge of time somewhere deep inside me there's a home digging thru intestinal walls find it, find it deeper deeper down the shape emerges from blood and shit the fingers of this vessel still work a little bit deeper, further deeper, further down inside diseased and primal nostalgia blooms older than memory, conscience, selfhood i can see it glinting like a diamond in bile come on, there's still something down there there's still something down there ilu