i know that i ( Read more... )

i spit up venom into the face ( Read more... )

A face like hot metal plates somehow ( Read more... )

I guess this sound is making me all too nervous ( Read more... )

A flood inside of my throat ( Read more... )

ghastly imagery on the face of a rock-wall
one hundred feet about tear level, fixed
sockets on cream colored lightning faces
perched on the necks of those universe wounds
that find time to enjoy their time.

it's no wonder at all
where i'll be;
there's no use in worryin' about me.

soSMILE.

Nonsense. I woke to find my rainbow ( Read more... )

…It’s an interesting view, here, while an arc of “How are you?” and “I’m alive, I guess” rings throughout a, more than naught, open chasm of a building. Aside from a vast amount of nonsensical time-wasters, most noticeably a striking push on the sugary distractions, I can find no decency within a circumference of one hundred feet. In the corner I ( Read more... )

Alla this is making me nervous, nowadays ( Read more... )

I can see it, finally. The pin-prick of light they all talk about so fluently, like each day they part their lids it appears and winks and allows them to lap it on into their bellies as if it were a full, brimming bowl of fresh water and they the always thirsting cat-- but I find thirst daily and no bowl nearby. I'm altogether disappointed in it, ( Read more... )