

Death in a dream and a...Surrounded by fruit flies Following bowlegged peacoated saints Forehead cut open, hole encrusted with sludge and semen and tiny jewels that sparkle like drinks I'm not yet old enough to consume Realizing truths under truths and the underlying theme of young adulthood I am poor and needy and my ego's nearly the size of the sun and it's unnecessary, this hell. It's a pathetic kind of misery, and it's enough to make you madly in love with the things you hate. Someday, five or six or seven years from now, will I know any better?Death in a dream and a...
Woke up last night to the tune of 100,000,000


crushed meat applesforgotten western punks and a slightly rainy saturday.crushed meat apples
it feels like
firetruck red combo organs and decade old flannel shirts and buffalo and used matches in a trash can and open windows and waking up dead and lemons and knives from kitchen and electrical lines like crucifixes.


3-22Sunday morning: iced cranberry juice, libraries, video games. Brain feels like it's running and getting a nosebleed. Relatives visit, I just sit in my room and play word games all day. Want to take a bite out of a ripened lightning bolt/bug.3-22
Spring is almost here and I can feel the
sun on my ankles. Dirt crystals in my pocket. Silver linings
in my shoes. Soft
but interrupted slumber.


no nonsense no. 1watch movies with the mute on,no nonsense no. 1
make your own soundtrack. brew coffee, wake up, walk around the block. fake happiness, eat your fingers, chew on spit. breathe fleece, eyelashes, corn on the cob. dream phony, dream big, dream scars. think fleeting thoughts, fall upwards, sever ties. point at the wrong man, gun down a schoolyard, send letters. talk to those who have died, sample your own urine. deny visitation rights, conquer and exhale. try to cut the cord, feed your antennae. run through hoops into circles. nail your excrement to the wall, keep a scrapbook of failed
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take it easy man...
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