And there is but One of It So then with no-one to delight The parallax is a radical explosio… of infinite variability with no known meaning or destinati…

Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.

“Didn’t I tell you to love everyo… Love everyone. That’s my only business. No small feat, but I have all of eternity.

Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,

Wanting anything— What a curse. I take the simplest of shelter, revisit proven feeding grounds, do what my organs demand.

I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—

I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…

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

Wise Elders decide what mistakes are afforded who and tie color with number and meaning to frequency

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

Here comes the awakened caste, to save none from their last. Extinction has been decided best, again, Earth will not

At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,

To be a ghost is to always be aghast— To not know which direction is the future or the past.

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