withdraw if you wishattendance is not requiredautonomous hell.
It’s pure chaos here – a man was accosted today for resting his bicycle on the white line of a designated parking spot in town. The security guard was rabid madman apezoid and pointing one finger, that curled as his tongue wagged manically, he made the poor man flee with bike on back. Naturally, IContinue reading “An open letter to: The Wiz. (3)”
It seems to me, thatplagiarized soliloquies are all we have left.
That’s all it is, see?A spiteful spitting contestagainst the Camel.
anonymity. generally best to keep it all to yourself.
Scum head – nightmare machine and crown of madness resting but brutalizing lives are you alive and well scum head hearts still bleed have you clawed your way into the mind of man – witchcraft drunken naps – surely burrowed deepscum head endless stare from every corner suffocating silence demanding retribution creators ignorant apologetic painlessContinue reading “Scum Head Possession.”
weak constitutioncarried with the rain, guttersnow overflowing.
You drewEternal Time-Snake on the back of the uteResidual mindsWe were memoriesTime escapedThe tree was falling.I drewOur screamingTerrifiedPortraits on the windscreenNow God drove a Nissan.We laughedWe walkedWe drankNext dimensionStole our visionThe mirror dirtiedOur soulsYou said I looked likeVan GoghI was stuck in the photographYears agoA far cry away from sanityThe grass was greenerOur rooms wereContinue reading “Zeus, I’m pretty sure.”
remember those halls warping wood disgraced a thousand footprints stained even walls yellow with death, boiling rooms sweat and defeat sunk in old bones but comfortable fingers on fire fire fire do you recall the gestures of petroleum thievery hounds at bay, window fogs those glares that broke laughter years of decay in moments memoryContinue reading “Old Homes And Dead Horses.”
Another dismal morning. You know, it’s been grey for over a week. A dirty wash of consistent mundane madness gloomy death smothers the sky. Ultimate foreverfuneral-foreverhell. The winds whipping up and bodies scurry to and fro, across the street panicked anxious scarves in faces blinded car horns blaring children screaming fuck school ma the sunsContinue reading “An open letter to: The Wiz. (2)”