(2013)
#Nature #Progress
Here they fucking come. For Christ’s sake, of course. Who else would they cum for? Licking their cellphone pops and walking into each other
A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
My time is infinite, my blood is t… My eyes are old as they witness de… Objective and obvious, clear and q… The truth may be strange but it fi… Writhing in your will, eyeing the…
I like words that spin and glide and slide like vernacular helicopter waterfall rides. A typhoon surprise
Amazed and confused. My aura is bruised. God knows what? We are not amused. It’s almost all of a sudden.
I am the living truth of a particu… Some people may still even think… As I’m passed around towns in a v… The sounds will resound for as lon… In strange civilizations the situa…
The moon corrals the trees and tid… The night begins to set so deep in… The wind picks up its leaves to cl… They all call out to me ‘in us con… The weather never spins a taller t…
….and They picked each other apart like flower petals until
....And as my nicked up, nostalgia… soul gets down on its knobby knees… And prepares to transcend the igno… and dive into the whitest light...… It SCREAMS—
How many times can I say I love t… Pull the tarp off of the sun. I need to learn.
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 can’t get stoned anymore without getting paranoid. It’s not the plant. It’s New Jersey. It’s having kids.
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
When security is lax that’s when you move. They say you can run but you can’t hide— but you know the truth:
Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters