Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.

Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now

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

III Too late to call vagrancy a fad, an experiment. I am too old and still at it. But it isn’t like I am separate

Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—

In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves

So many things I don’t really care about the mail comes you know it isn’t easy to show that I care

Is closed, always was, like Heaven, far too expensive and unrealistic,

I lost my pendant, a dove with a wafer or solar cross… on the back was written 'Sterling’… I searched for hours. I felt silly and embarrassed to

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

Finally alone, I lie with a volum… I venture again to hear the injunc… normally I savor their sensitivity… but tonight all I can think about

The Rock made me to see each month as a day. The Rock implored that I be patie… with a patience so radical it slips into renunciation

The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering