my horoscope said today would be the day my fondest dreams come true

apparently my fondest dream is to be stuck in this pit of torment

a reliquary of fermented lapses in judgement

of unbidden hopes and flayed skin

saline solutions and idiotic meandering

of lies and half truth horrors

the stars have no more effect that affecting a accent and trying to convince someone you are fully human

i’m famished

been ravished

engorged and looking for some fun

laid out unconscious on a raft floating down this river of fire

bugs have taken nest in my sinus cavity and no amount of snorted repellents can get them out

i yearn to bathe in the river lethe

have these memories taken away

been drugged and mugged so many times i’ve lost count of the contussions

convexity conveys concussive convolution convincingly

become less than a man

more of an afterthought

the childhood home of serial killers and conmen

don’t look under the front porch

more skeletons than in the closet

the fridge is full of dismembered and disremembered soliloques

the freezer filled with the heads of former love and traveling foreign dignitaries

a smorgasbord of flavors and scents designed to titalize and tantalize

god forbid the power goes out again

the scent of putrefacation is enough to bring tears to your eyes

like mom used to make

peanut butter and eyeball jelly on wry trips down mammory lane

risque retribution relays riveting rationale and rivulets

don’t use the gravy boat

it’s seen better days

propaganda and pigmentation perfect primadonna premonitions

mars is in retrograde and uranus looks delightful

oh

my mistake

i’m a scorpio

i read the saggitarius horoscope

my horoscope says the infernal misery you have endured will last until the end of the week

fuck