Since I have so much footage of you and photos and screenshots it was brought to my attention to share something truly embarrassing on every online platform… Read more “Trouser Role Vet”
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The Ballad of ’96
3 bricks Bibles too Did any of it mean Shit to you? I just want to know and I refuse to beg you know me well enough… Read more “The Ballad of ’96”
A Drink With Death
My sister doesn’t want me to talk to our mother because she thinks I will be physically violent towards her. She doesn’t know our mother. Our mother… Read more “A Drink With Death”
Death Valley Icecream
I’ve been perceived as female and yet a psychic told me I was a male 1000 years ago I’m just human and sometimes I’ve been perceived as… Read more “Death Valley Icecream”
You’re Not David Bowie, Though…So…
He said at least I’m honest and I thought and said, yeah at the very least, people could not fucking lie. It isn’t the case is it… Read more “You’re Not David Bowie, Though…So…”
The Persistent Illusion of Longing
He’s how I punish myself I don’t feel worthy enough to be loved properly at the times that I miss him the most Feelings come and go… Read more “The Persistent Illusion of Longing”
Love Notes From Your Favorite Demon
You’re no different than Jesus, he was submissive too You’re no different from Darth Vader, a hug would cure you You’re no different from Superman, you’ll do… Read more “Love Notes From Your Favorite Demon”
Wooden Picnic Table in The Kitchen
According to you, I am incredible. But I should think I’m beautiful. I want you to sit on my lap like you used to. I love symmetry;… Read more “Wooden Picnic Table in The Kitchen”
The Pesticide in Pathetic Persistence
I wish you peace and happiness in your every endeavor. The moment in time that we have had together in this life has passed. We were not… Read more “The Pesticide in Pathetic Persistence”
The Tools of Incompetence
I’ve been given an assignment and I would literally rather do anything else on earth. Eat a human body raw, I don’t know, anything. Ugh, Drama. I’m… Read more “The Tools of Incompetence”
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 