(2014)
#Existence #LackOfThere
Solemn, arcane, Shooting, exploding Into millions of pearls with the s… Eroding, diluting, The oaks are bloating!
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…
Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters
Curiosity killed the cat. But the cat has nine lives. Not really. You’re wise, You accidentally design lies.
My soul is young My soul is old My soul reflects Atomic gold. And over lives
like an electron ricocheting out of orbit straight ahead— SO STRAIGHT! The horizon before me
Sinking yet rising with mighty suspension impeccable snowflake of
When you say a word so many times… When you look at something for so… When you live a life so hard and t…
I came here for cuts. Stale cigarette butts, Leaving the scene With poor man’s luck. Rotten
I’m a professional acid caster. A fucking disaster. I feel so alive when I’m killing the american drea… They made me stand
the animals and bugs are my though… crawling and sliding and writhing, running and screaming everywhere in every direction—wherever they w… all at once.
Amazed and confused. My aura is bruised. God knows what? We are not amused. It’s almost all of a sudden.
Farts of the ignoramus puff throug… Settling like a godzillian foot up… Waving at oxblockheads gumming wai… Mimicking hardcore hallmark mawks… Intravenously syphoning squalid tr…
Raising light and reversing diffid… Proves a puzzling endeavor in nobl… Its compulsive plume wafts over th… Laid low and beholden to rebellion… Show me your values! Your colors…
How many times can I say I love t… Pull the tarp off of the sun. I need to learn.