he was an old man that had momentarily forgotten the sting of age one that seemed preoccupied with dreams that had long since expired but he let linger on much like the list of things he would never accomplish. he let himself have these flights of fancy where he wasn’t who he was the world […]
my favorite color is complete darkness. my favorite sound is utter silence. it is just another in long series of failings i have managed to cultivate in the dirt beneath my fingernails. so when i descend into another spiral of madness unwilling to face the light of another vacant day. pretend i am pursuing my […]
my mind is racing but there is no cohesion to the thoughts like a lightning round of idiocy and insecurities bouncing from disparate to desperate and all points between salivate retaliate procrastination salvation a fine line from confusion to disillusion with a healthy dose of defenestration seven happy heartaches eight offending offers nine and ten […]
they took my car last week my phone a month before woke up this morning to twenty eight degrees and my power shut off how much worse can it get when everyone tells you it has to get better before you realize the truth is you are done here’s the deal the unbridled scoop at […]
the colors seem to bleed off of the page, pooling onto the floor and forming an ink blotch as i stare at the stain it morphs and shifts nothing matters in the black oblivion and i feel myself sliding down into it a free fall into a shimmering lake of mercury that coalesces and forms […]
there are three phases to me, like i am a power conduit slapping in a mud puddle, angrily lashing out invisibly to a world that forgot i was here the first phase the best phase is beauty in everything, a sublime feeling of synchronicity, all has a purpose and falls into place the second phase […]
slit my throat with your casual indifference, see if it makes a ripple on the ocean of ignorant purposeful misunderstandings i’ll gladly tilt my head over the railing and see if the anemic leavings attract sharks or not in a world of insignificance, these poetic meanderings are less a pathogen than ignored symptom of melodic […]
beyond done furious trapped in a warehouse staring at the fucking by ceiling while everyone is out to lunch a glorified fucking gopher not learning not doing anything but grunt work starving five more hours until another fucking bowl of ramen it’s been a month since i ate different and i’m so tired of it […]
i’m not sure about the camel but i feel the last straw has finally broken my back too much stress has accumulated into a final mess of acidity in my guts and pounding in my head there is always a way to make it somehow someway but i’ve ran into nothing but brick walls as […]
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