Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters

You think? Real deep. Look again. Beware of bad synergy; Your friends are on the row—

I’ve been allergic to beauty For 35 years In a series of diphenhydramine dre… Spring stings And all of these tears

(a place not here nor in dreams) the devil rips up clouds like god rips up souls like people here on earth rip through telephone poles.

I was sick with experience, Hungover from too much time. And there she appeared. Clear. I hadn’t before seen her never,

A new level of irony has risen from the previously sett… The zombie phoenix has returned. We should feel lucky. Out of all of the places,

I went for a walk through the cemetery tonight. I didn’t step over the graves— I just wandered wherever. I cried. They don’t mind.

Obfuscating in an empyrean cumulon… Contiguous with some rakish air wo… Fed wild through actuality; leavin… For immunity to the gods, frames…

Basking in smut Like a shot to the head, Fingernails clean, doused in red Rather you’d wage your war instead Till every last one of your soldie…

The Sun; a guillotine. With its giant convex blade of lig… Slicing through my skull Eyes first At 186,282 miles per second.