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Dedicated to my lovely young friends, Benjamin Roberts and Kailie Roberts.
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And so my subject has been decided, the object of my infectious thoughts spreading like ink through layers of paper. You are the alcohol in Charles Bu..
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Is it subliminal? People like flies, dropping out of my life. Microbicide, loaded up, entering my veins to distinguish all the parasites in my life. M..
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Overflow of emotional distress, how do I turn the valve off? The alarms are being tested but so is my patience. Discouraging ideas that everything I k..
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I was a teenage rebel high on free time badly spent, I did all of my dying on my own time. I saw Jupiter approaching from the outlines of my eyes, as..
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I suppose I could remove my pants. I turned the heater up too high. I rub my matching tattoo and wonder if you have forgotten that fact. Usually peopl..
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I seem to tell people everything about my day when I know they don't care to hear about all the s****y things I ate and all the cigarettes I smoked an..
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Sensationalist, her words were like waves crashing against the remains of cliffs in the distance.Howling silver particles repeating lovers calls throu..
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I swallowed pieces of my teeth yesterday, and it reminded me why I lose my appetite for days on end. I swallowed pieces of my soul when those punches ..
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recovery
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