morning com(mute)

the zen of moving in silent half step across the asphalt indignation of sullen traffic tumors the organism is in the death throes of poor organization sputtering in the final throes of orgasmic release tally ho to valhalla tally ho on purgatory musings of unassuming muses transcends the cornucopia of madness lurking just behind the […]

knock off relic of something real

am i just an empty chalice, faux gold and colored glass for show, scarred and dented by my trials that i failed, left alone somewhere somewhere out in the cold there was a story told to me when i was a kid, something something good will always win, but that something something must have been […]