white centipede

The heat, a million thoughts scrambled, white centipede pulsing with A.I. mutations, muffled 1980s music, greatest common denominator music, music for looking at thoughts through a window fogged with condensation, everything muddled, centipede scuttling around the room, could bite me, has an intelligence beyond my comprehension, chasing me with its hairlike antennae, pulses into a Charli XCX whose…