(2014)
#Existence #LackOfThere
In the spirit of dire news he’s holed his old souls! Walking so hard and so long through the coals. But you cannot master fire
The blender of time has utilized my face as a map to find its way back home. Discombobulation
I am a speaker from the inside out blaring into everything. Walking through this psychedelic slow motion
defied by hell beside myself i tried to tell this lie so well. if only my skill
It follows to say I thought what… But nothing arrived and time was n… If only the space in which I have… Came back to conquer my authored s… I might well be on my way to where
A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
In rain and sun, entrapped by deat… Through pain we run for love in ti… The world we dance within makes du… With all the light, when silver cl… I’ve trained for this a million li…
I can’t get stoned anymore without getting paranoid. It’s not the plant. It’s New Jersey. It’s having kids.
Thrusting a screw driver through the heart of bliss, Dropping out slowly is harder than you think— A wish in the well
like an electron ricocheting out of orbit straight ahead— SO STRAIGHT! The horizon before me
I’m a professional acid caster. A fucking disaster. I feel so alive when I’m killing the american drea… They made me stand
I am going to dig your grave in time and someone else will be digging mine— Mortality is
Mentally choking on paranoid cover… No matter where I am, everything… The corners leap out—one after ano… Trapping the resolve in its reckon… Unfolding like slabs of sidewalk b…
I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.
Cut me loose from this cloud of be… Poke a hole in my heart for the wo… Rip me apart from this warm suicid… I spot rats in my tunnel of trampl… O God, let me drive into the tree…