my future is so clouded like the l ron hubble telescope introverted with an as yet uncorrected lens. some days feel exactly like what i assume being caught in a whirlwind of angry owls whilst naked trying to figure out what delicate bits to cover knowing eight arms is never enough. i dream i am […]

there are days where the need to crawl deeper inward to force the entirety of my wayward third eye to ignore the world of rabid regurgitation is the only emotion to pierce the veil of my insipid ignorance today is one of those the only comforting thought is to lock myself in the bare comfort […]