. they're propping up christmas trees ( Read more... )

there's everywhere to use my voice ( Read more... )

i saw the first pictures of my daughter today, she is healthy and active and is going to kick your ass.

i was in paris today ( Read more... )

of fucking the page
i don't want to
make sweet
tender
love
to poetry anymore

i want to jerk off
and cum
into notebooks
then go about my day
as if
nothing has ever changed
not even my heart rate.

ah, christ, what a CREW ( Read more... )

the first of the two bodies I picked up this morning was what we call a “passer”. this means that they died in their sleep ( Read more... )

a glowing red ember of coal is melting through your chest. the smell of burnt hair. your skin is starting to slowly boil and puss. the fluid from your lungs begins to steam out and turn to a coiling stream of smoke that climbs your face and the heat begins to singe the hair in your nose, what ever may be left. your neck tightens and your arms are ( Read more... )

the contortionist's handbook

this is it ( Read more... )