zoos
service call at the zoo broken machine and a rambling eye as i stroll around watching the lions watching me with vague disinterest i can’t help but wonder as i sit in my rolling terrarium down the road who is watching me
service call at the zoo broken machine and a rambling eye as i stroll around watching the lions watching me with vague disinterest i can’t help but wonder as i sit in my rolling terrarium down the road who is watching me
little spider on the camera done watching me watch her scurry across the smoked dome advertisement blowing in the breeze across the empty parking lot multi colored to entice overcast as the fog distorts the shape of the city into a hidden land of giants made of glass there is a grit to the air […]
i’m aware of death watching me his black robe and skeletal hands peering from the bushes outside the window the whinny of his pale horse as he rides it down the path he stares at me in longing like i’m a pair of lips he needs to kiss or a pair of breasts to ogle […]