(2014)
I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.
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…
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…
(In the beginning of the 3rd millennium of a simple calendar from a twisted religion on a beautiful planet
Empathy fleets Like a fragile brown leaf Wisped away— By a harrowing breeze To the ground below
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…
Unless they want them to bake and… In the nuclear waves of this fake… To decay in a world their parents… Oh, to be young, and truly afraid. So fuck Fukushima and ignore the…
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…
There is a lot more or less to this than you think. Lure into legend
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.
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…
I am going to dig your grave in time and someone else will be digging mine— Mortality is
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…
Six blue jays converge at the birc… To sing their anomalous colloquial… They fashion a serene scene as the… My mind so inclined to blindly sin… As I ponder their ways, in my mid…
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.
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