the spastic aspic flailing in the ill fitting mold molded to his ill fitting sense of self-preservation preserved in the meaty brine suspended in his disbelief failing organs organically organized in the savory slop a buffet of buttery buffering fluttering fluffily static images that once smoothly streamed now the reel to real reels as the […]
i lay here staring at the ceiling dandelion fluff coats my head the dull ache behind my eyes rancid reminders of the before when will it end my mind pleads the clock strikes thirteen again i draw the anchor from the violet waters, careful of cascading memories, the serpentine river carries wilted lilies to the […]
i sent a letter to poe, postmarked today in a small urn. i buried it in a shallow grave. just a note of thanks. i am mostly uncertain about the subtle nuances of bending time and space. hope he gets it. on the front i scribbled, e.a. poe throes of depression eighteen thirty six baltimore. […]
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