may my last words be half-slurred and cathartic so & so's favorite blue jeans stained with tear drops & saliva head cradled in their lap, eyes barely widened my interventions' HQ will be besmirched within silence my shoulder blades girth played role of a harbinger the bonier they got; the more i wished i was [...]
you can hear the... suburbia chime, zirconia vertebrae. pearly white spine glass thrown in stone houses, regular suburbia night whirring, rewind. chronicled childhood in olive drab paint monocle glass. wormwood and bottles of shawshank. dissolute solitude, wanderer who wallows in maze en route. delay for tomorrow. never promised today virgin diary. anne frank. marie curie [...]
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Im sitting alone at the cosmic stump. Sipping my soul & I'm Vodka drunk Thinking of goals. I've not have done Fission control. visit me in my head Cataclysmic logarithms. -picture dreams that are dead Bickering silence, word by word I fell in your haiku only heard what you wanted when I tell I love [...]
“Vaudevillian. I’ve flown so off course that my radar doesn’t even beep it’s silent, instead it weeps for some recognizable aura of man to detect signature heat, thermal readings. nothing Become so abrupt in my comings that most of my time is spent twiddling my thumbs I’ve flown so off course, a meteorite that had [...]
It’s been a minute, how you doing? Just trying to laugh with you. Making a joke or two, just laugh with me. I realize it isnt going to work if we both aren’t in it. But I want it to. Foggy visions. Wanting both of us to be in it. I- i, i..i stutter in [...]
Cause in this world? Your worlds restricted. When curtains shine through blackness. We play and then we're victim Every person out to get us. And every person tries compassion? It's more than mere prediction. There the serpent lies unchallenged But you whirl and try to damage. Cause you're weak and your worlds afflicted. But to [...]
Feel the vectors into orbit, melting into fiscal porn Each waking moment. Exists to mourn the pensive rigor mortis And I hate myself so much every. single. morning. Its like clockwork. Lonesome. Staring in the mirror. See a monster. Bones drugged. Mainly see the errors. Home drunk. Sloppy. With a motor function failure Open palm [...]
