vertiginous vapors

everyday the fractures widen as anxietal carcinogens waft turgidly upon the eerie early morning breeze when i say i need space it doesn’t mean a few hours between chats it means i need to scatter the pieces across the cosmos until my broken glimmers into constellations with which to rebuild the mythos where everything is […]

maybe i shouldn’t read kafka when i am manic

i lay heremanicpulsating aninverted rainbowacross thebedroom ceilingthrumming withan insatiabledesire fora peace of mindin the piecesof mine layingscattered acrossthe mattress incomplete distress a lifetime spentrunning away froma home i neverfully realized waspart and parcel nodestination butan encapsulation ofthe haunting behindshifting hazel dismayas seen in infrequentaccidental glancesin the bathroom mirror we are our own helleach and every […]

daydreaming of the mundane

occasionally i wonder what i could have accomplished with a normally functioning brain exploring the world unbound by bipolarity contentedly living always sure of my surroundings and able to trust my own mind in the worst times it sounds like paradise if not a bit mundane savoring the simplicity in random existence able to cast […]

acetate and indignation

i explore the ragged rim of this smoking crater opened up by internal forces crashing into one another with tectonic fury the edges of another bipolar induced frenzy as the world quivers in barely disguised indiscriminate agonies swaying in line electrified cilia pulsating in time to the metronomic sensation of simply disconnecting from war ravaged […]

monday morning malaise

a melon melancholy as the strands of sunlight are strangled by gray lending a sickly glow to an unsightly monday spent lamenting how short two days seems in comparison to the two and a half times spent in the pursuit of someone else’s fucking dream the chains of everyone’s expectations grow rusted in the perpetual […]

clapping cheeks for rebellion (*a future warcry)

i do not advocate the use of psychedelics as a coping mechanism for a world on fire i do wish the electrified bats haunting my entirely too nervous system would ease back on the hellspresso a moment to admire the revolution we all seem to be waiting for someone anyone fucking some random goddamn idiot […]