crush

crush

he's sitting in his shadow match lit. iron sight shifting with his arrow da vinci with a trebuchet. resentment at a younger age don't think i've ever fucking been the same stay still please, so i don't have to ever aim. heartbeat on my cabernet, gospel on the interlude never into hurting you; but that's [...]

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figure me out.

figure me out.

it's beginning to show the way intertwining dividends between time invested, and growth. sore throat, sore back, sore humdrum. the ever growing size of my blood pump squeezing out of the thorax. 500 pound live, flesh chief alien invasion. the least entertaining showcase of something alive. imagine going to sleep, with binary code in your [...]

vanish

I'm the saddest man on the planet dulcet zones become eruptions of death memorizing vocal tones, or numbing distress most ballads, hit home, requiem out of balance such a synergistic release comes from, this basket of malice ill have it to here - 22oz black coffee french press sinning continuously, in her black coffee sun [...]

fötter day

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 [...]

to miss P

it was a matter of why. statuesque beauty over vodka and wine hourglass figurine. when you come around it becomes tough to tell time seductress stolichnaya. brunette, bridal, bohemian it's cruel how without even trying you leave me in a state of dreams where I'm hardly breathing at the Gala. a seamstress couldn't replicate your [...]

AA4564

i feel  so disconnected. pictures of stars are trillions of seconds old heliocentric. we spend our time wishing we could revisit a setting i could see it in decimals. each dot a pause in a sentence hold my hand, avalanche. bring me the check when you're finished mezzanine at the theater, velvet seamstress, madam Gutierrez [...]

i get along without you

it was only a second. it felt more armageddon, a source of dependence my very core was augmented. no force, just indebted to pain embedded; the flow descending in waves chakra, like flames, no position, no direction. unphased. see, most of what i felt was descriptions. captions in italics handpicked basket of malice. last resort [...]