Realized i should tell you a story in a picture book page by page description. I realized you never knew who I’ve been. once i realized i was waiting for my funeral to a particular degree, i came to an open eyed idea that I’ve never written an epitaph for all that i once was, and who i am now, and won't be again. So a dip in the lowercase ( Read more... )

One day it's H.I.V. another day it's Cancer between wanting to be alone or wearing my heart on a short sleeve coat tailored to temper laughter ( Read more... )

the childhood fantasy juice can drain a bit from our wee ole brains from time to timing. one moment in your life you've got a big picture of yourself on stage with lights projecting your shadow as bold as a statue standing proud after a bombing and then suddenly there's a whole heap of responsibility surrounding you while your music dream fades ( Read more... )

My lungs are a bit sore. That's fine, that's fine. It's all over good friend. No more spirits in the shade of my spleen. I've found a beast to cordially shake the hand of a would be man inside of me. Darwin would have been proud ( Read more... )

i remember a child being born ( Read more... )

i sit hear with a different set of eyes. my mirror has been refraining from speaking the truth. individualism is what i support, yes.... but my individualism has lead me to growing obese, forgetting how to spell words correctly, and improvisation with drunk ( Read more... )

I woke up at five o'clock today to notice the house and my stomach were empty. I felt like the devil came to my door and wanted to strike a deal on recovering the spontaneity of my thought process. It didn't go well. I didn't know he wasn't in a bad mood. I wasn't in a good mood though. All I could think about were things about my future. I had to ( Read more... )

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something clicked right then and there. the nervousness soaked into the floor, cold felt acetone, instantly dried with no guilt to clean a mess ( Read more... )

Such panic in a single moment. Where have I been? Who am I that I've been waking to? Such questions come to pass at a moment like this; inebriated and reconformed by a will to forget to oil the freight train of thought ( Read more... )