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jonny@neuromatch.social ("jonny (nonvenomous)") wrote:
pez dispenser neck slotting out spider silk bricks. load them into my loom manifold. my body is a confetti cannon pseudopod, shooting streams of woven silk at the front, burned off in the back from the laser truss, the vapor trail that hazes my ass stage. i don't crack my knuckles, i shuffle the bead bones in my book-lung projections like a deck of cards. become a subterranean fungal rhizome driving a pair of mothra twins as our avatar.