two middle fingers aren’t nearly enough

four thousand five hundred darts thrown at a swaying board on the backside of a braying incontinent jackass at times i wonder at when the well will dry when thewindchimesthebirds thewildflowersthefool thedevilthemoonthecoffee thesquirrelsthevoid will just go silent will my madness eventually reach a point where it becomes indecipherable has it already i will write one […]

four thousand lashes

This is my four thousandth post. I understand how insane that is. I do. Sometimes the magnitude of sharing so much pain is too much. But sometimes the emptiness is so deep, all I can do is sink. When I awaken, I cough half formed thoughts onto the sand. Then I dive back in. I […]