raccoons

i would like to live in a world where raccoons are the gangsters they look like they should be i don’t care if emus remain screw them

(un)sure

i wrote this the bus was on fire, the occupants were not children, they were demons with the faces of children, the driver just laughed as everything went up in flames sometime today i don’t know what i was thinking this wasn’t an ode to you if it was i sure can’t find the connection […]

pressures

predetermined irrationality running in guns blazing with no idea where here is crash the servers dine and dash rehash the systemic relapse gene rejuvenation symphony ear mark funds for theraputic restoration of nerve damaged inclinations she sits nervously fingering her oboe, this is her first big show since the accident, as the chimes send gentle […]