(2014)
Death is not an option like it was when I was young, But that old familiar noose still ties a knot around my tongue… Strangling the letters
Falling off the bottom of your bli… unkempt and lost like a fart in th… crucifying the dip clinging to you… kids hang their cellphone bills on… Your fridge is covered in crappy a…
Empathy fleets Like a fragile brown leaf Wisped away— By a harrowing breeze To the ground below
A lonely creature content just to… Allured by the rooms that hide in… As one would see fit to rest with… Where time after time, you pine fo… These fields that you lie in—seeth…
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…
Swaying within the context of mad-made slime, Like a pendulum bound to the sky with time.
I am a speaker from the inside out blaring into everything. Walking through this psychedelic slow motion
Curiosity killed the cat. But the cat has nine lives. Not really. You’re wise, You accidentally design lies.
Obfuscating in an empyrean cumulon… Contiguous with some rakish air wo… Fed wild through actuality; leavin… For immunity to the gods, frames…
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,
Disorder has slaughtered our sacre… Your guillotine lies have severed… One year and a half of four hundre… And the last six months spent buil… For this wall was built with chemi…
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…
A fathomless ideal in transient de… You impossible impostor posing for… Did you think at some millionth mi… "I don’t mind the aches that you m… No! I do! —I am not in this mess
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.
Let me molder on the surface of the Earth. Leave me on dirt with dross and peace. Let the four seasons sweep over my husk. In blood crush dust and petrified grease…. A feast for my inse...