(2014)
Swaying within the context of mad-made slime, Like a pendulum bound to the sky with time.
When you say a word so many times… When you look at something for so… When you live a life so hard and t…
The noise in my head is not in my… I hate to think, for it’s too hard… My universe dreams while being mis… Fighting the waves while these tra… Sorting though scabs that this atm…
like an electron ricocheting out of orbit straight ahead— SO STRAIGHT! The horizon before me
I love the way the sky defends the… The way the waves do break upon th… But when the clouds seep in to dis… My eyes begin to guide the tides o… My fingers twitch; I smell the he…
I am going to dig your grave in time and someone else will be digging mine— Mortality is
Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there
I deserve to be alive But I deserve to be alone, I trim the hair of God As if it were my own. It is not.
Assorted spine bones and a hundred pieces of cartilage and rivets—suspended in the thickest darkest purplest jello. Encased in a leather tube; more like trapped. Grinding and crackling ...
My father had a motorcycle. It was a Triumph. Once in a while he would put me on the back and take me for rides.
Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters
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,
You think? Real deep. Look again. Beware of bad synergy; Your friends are on the row—
I can’t get stoned anymore without getting paranoid. It’s not the plant. It’s New Jersey. It’s having kids.
The blender of time has utilized my face as a map to find its way back home. Discombobulation
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