what else is on here?
somewhere out there beyond the stars
there's a second nature, an occult planet
of twin sister potentialities.
i imagine it's populated with all
the skin we shed, the exciting
residues of our secrets;
personifications of our disowned character.
filthy splinter selves
that would truly understand and love us
because they magically were
us; and yet
by definition, couldn't be.
but isn't it bizarre,
Post-kawaii responses to the cybervoid.
Exclusive // Shimmering // Glittering.
We accept everything but cuteness.