The mind begins its usual rounds of paranoia-awareness.

The fog rolls in coiling and cloying and thick like piss. Multispectrum lighting configurations reach through branches like the dagger-fingers of a wretched, pedophilic angel. Virulent songs invade my ears like a hungry worm that eats my brains and shits out modifed buying habits to fill that rotten cavity ( Read more... )

Then again, what do I know about what stirs within them? And their mettle? Even less apparently. Next time just go to the source directly and ask like a rude.

It is my hope sincere we achieve harmony. Recent changes have been difficult for me. But I know that despite the bad things that happen to me, I'm cleaving to my principles. Aligning myself along these ideas give me an arrow to follow. When the fearful fog sets in. When I question myself, my role, my likability, the strength of my love. I close my ( Read more... )

Man handles his poison like a snake handles a chandelier. It's embarrassing, really ( Read more... )

When that line is blurred between interpersonal expectations and perceptual time-dilation;
remember to fragment up the ideas into components of logic
and never think about the fight longer
than it takes to go and solve it

Metta

Oily kelp water drudge slip slide curmudgeon bid batter and bludgeon slip fall go down splatter pit pride glow gather now matter goes help craters brown smock prick rock high cold fraters bit mayor miters mite ticks blood bleating bloat bolt-holing hoarse throat goat eye guy fries tiny red taters hand held self scribbled serf pride satyr rockin ( Read more... )

Sick desire to spin tires -light fires burn liquid under the tongue and then some I want to be brimming and beaming so sick of hauling and heaving, swimming through the air screaming in pain with everything to gain standing knee deep in hair plugging the drain that leads out of my brain until the folds flatten and light up the air with a neon dare ( Read more... )

This is becoming ridiculous/ruinous. I spend all day on a computer configuring servers and drawing for the sake of my monetary comforts. I'm fat and lonely being inside all the time. Pretty simple. At times, ever increasingly, this life-path I confidently accelerated into is seeming more and more disingenuous ( Read more... )

The Wooden Thing embraces a heat ( Read more... )