The poison runs so deep in us. The poison is us. We speak fluent poison. The lies run deeper than we do ourselves. We have to transmute it. Convert it inside us.
It’s made us into something interesting, the poison. That’s what Cicero would say.
Fuck Cicero.
Something’s being prepared inside us. We’re being made into something.
We have to learn to transmute the poison inside us. To change it.
It’s like a conversion. We’re being converted. To what?
We have to be converted. Which means we have to convert the poison. To turn it. Inside us. Turn ourselves. From interesting to … whatever. What does whatever mean?
How do we change the lies? Convert the lies? What can they be made into?
Work in Progress 