Perhaps your seeds need some sunlightsince your attitude is already pressedOr your soul needs ironing’cause there are heartaches wrinkled up in your chestWith the proper toolsmuch like… Read more “The Official Getta Bitch Box”
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The Coping Mechanics of Drunken Freewriting
I can’t believe I am alive right now and I’m struggling with that and so many things that so many other beings before me probably struggled with… Read more “The Coping Mechanics of Drunken Freewriting”
Dangerous Exotic Pet Ownership
There’s no complaint department for hurricanes no suggestion box for an equinox no support line for the sun not shining and no warranty for broken hearts as… Read more “Dangerous Exotic Pet Ownership”
The Satisfaction Paradox
You were hungry. You were mad at god at the time and I fed you. Not god, me, you whiny little bitch. I fed you. And yet… Read more “The Satisfaction Paradox”
Summoning Akasha
You confuse me. It’s my fault though. I didn’t want to reach out to you just because you are beautiful which you are Your pretty face in… Read more “Summoning Akasha”
Security Blankets Are People Too
Very rarely do I get invited in Might have happened once or twice or a thousand times I don’t know I don’t pay close attention to shit… Read more “Security Blankets Are People Too”
Diffusion Techniques Incorporated
Like ketchup gets out blood stains Like body odor can mask bad breath Like a car wash is just waiting ’til it rains Like the relevance of… Read more “Diffusion Techniques Incorporated”
2,261 Tuesdays
I made a fool of myself today I drank a beer today I brushed my teeth and my hair today I masturbated today I overshared today I… Read more “2,261 Tuesdays”
October 1582
In the span of 365 mornings and evenings You could learn to crawl You could start and stop and start You could fall in or down or… Read more “October 1582”
He introduced me to Tank and the Bangas
I’m sure that I must have said your name He left the same way he came Carrying things that I never saw the inside of And he… Read more “He introduced me to Tank and the Bangas”
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 