I am in a mood right now whereI want to talk to somebody but I don’t wanna have to payI don’t think it’s a moment where I… Read more “The Visceral Impact of the smallest bit of Pulchritude on Footslogging Bedswervers”
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Yesternight’s Passive Oblivescence
It struck me as oddthat you would say it was 1:48 AMwhere you werewhen it was 5:48 PM where I wasbut you’d said you were from New… Read more “Yesternight’s Passive Oblivescence”
Writing Remains
This hurts.How many times do I need to slice off the same tumor?Alas… Well,You useless conceited bitch of an underwire scratch.The fact that you seem to believe… Read more “Writing Remains”
Social Misery Circadian Clocks
You can get rid of people by erasing them from photos and changing history.This is just another form we use to lie to ourselves today. I’m a… Read more “Social Misery Circadian Clocks”
Thoughts on Love at the Annual WereHyena Fight Poetry Workshop in Carmichael, CA
Let me put you down as your favorite pick me upLet me hang around when you’re sure you’ve had enoughTell me to bring it when I have… Read more “Thoughts on Love at the Annual WereHyena Fight Poetry Workshop in Carmichael, CA”
The Farouche Corpse Flies of Metatron
…and it’s the wanting more that is so pain-inducingmore minutes, more financial stability, more ways to manufacture palpability masquerading as happinessmore comforts, more friends, more slaves- there… Read more “The Farouche Corpse Flies of Metatron”
The Day that Christ Stuffed Figs into Chekov’s Gun
the winning hand avoids the breakdown that has kissed emotionally debilitative takedownsand silences the hystericsso that the extreme stress becomes sillinessand the dissipating psychosis flipsfurrowed frowns upside… Read more “The Day that Christ Stuffed Figs into Chekov’s Gun”
The Conjunction Fallacy of Snoutfair Immersion
Authenticity is so divisiveit stands out against a backdrop of nothingnesscutting through the blank fabric of existencewith sharp points and dangling modifiersand weight and pressure on top… Read more “The Conjunction Fallacy of Snoutfair Immersion”
Pride of Place in Purgatory
I think I’m getting close to that time in my cycle where my hormones control my impulses and my first choice is always you. I want to… Read more “Pride of Place in Purgatory”
The Therapeutic Sinisterity of Stoic Agnotology
Can you endure it?No. I’m hurt.Okay heal.Can you endure it now?No. I’m sick.Okay heal.Can you endure it now?No. I’m crazy.Okay heal.How about now?No. I don’t think I’m… Read more “The Therapeutic Sinisterity of Stoic Agnotology”
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 