Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

death with a sickle and like most any farmer their work is never done and life never stops springing for… and never tires of trying

Black Mirror Obsidian Infinite gaze Hideaway of prototypes Mental, Causal larvae

Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.

(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…

Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.

Torus, it’s shaped like, hang on, the number is as large as the planet.

The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which

The ravens were about me and I felt as though I moved with the… Full am I, too, of grace and inst… Knowing the wind can tell a secret… being a vastness of numbers,

It’s good here decapitate me here this moment perfect astounding unknowing faith in God not necessary

Empty Avenue, Death on the the installment plan, Righteous lady, insolent man, I, patience expired.

Like a distillation column, as I lighten so does my company, but it’s been the perfect quiet. So why cry violence? You can keep such good company

If presented with the choice would the dinosaurs have allowed the asteroid or meteor to hit?