price (from Cuckoo)

existence can be summed up in the ache of a broken heart. every happy memory serves as fuel for the bonfire of sorrow at the end. it is why sugar rots teeth. everything has a price. and the universe always collects. always.

lizard on a rock in blue jeans

it isn’t existence i dread on an early sunday morning at the laundromat no it is existing as a part of the wider world i dread with every fibrous cell in my aching body i want to go back to bed then the nightmare is one i can awake from have some modicum of control […]