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fruitflies sipping on old masturbation and fall foliage that leaves me spent and dry from this city that is sure to be dying with seed scattered in all the wrong places and whatever landing in nurtured nature being slurped away by sexless larva that get thrown into food to be cooked later on but not … Continue reading
coughing is the only time you’ll recognize your breath so suffocate live in gaps and die each day only to begin again for no other reason because you were born drooling and learning how to use those lungs to stop drooling in sputters * leave some of me left after you have finished with me … Continue reading
human came from nature and made nature come from them by changing nature through changing themselves for what is civilization but a wave goodbye to all science but the regression of goods into gods of truth art but blood of birch and softer wood cooking but displays of torture and dominance sex but displays of … Continue reading
music is the closest thing to god for it goes up in nonsense of notes that make you feel something still among the cacophony and your own breath that silences if only to hear better * everyone wants to be happy and so few want to be downtrodden spit on left to be alone and despised … Continue reading
my mother gave birth to me on all fours sweating out pain and bleeding daylight that brought news from outside earth the always vacuous and never friendly coughs of breath gone and mistaken spent asking for someone to end her before this does while she leaks and i form into a solid that takes up … Continue reading
i should’ve died because then my work would sell better than i could peddle it out with two hands worn and useless from trying to live on me when all i needed was rest in myself by drinking and smoking and consuming all i am by becoming all i’m not and not recalling the difference between … Continue reading
i am of the body of me whose body isn’t i when i’m drinking and drunk and throwing up me only to be replaced by a scarred and scared i with acidic dribble trying to eat me and my whole * She is lips a big red sea split from sounds of her and of … Continue reading
I go it isn’t working and she goes I know and we go apart making places where there is nowhere to go * I reek of old success and stupor when it mattered to matter and when I did to do and be done with myself until there was only applauding though I could not hear … Continue reading
where will this wilderness end when it was only yesterday that I cleaned and went to the bar with friends because I had a productive day of doing things which is positive compared to the alternative and met this girl who was a friend of lipstick and looks and me for I took her home … Continue reading
This is genius the man said real good stuff where the sound of the streets and steamer blowing travels was reduced by his praise and by the fact that it took all it took from me which was all I had and still wasn’t enough of it because it was miserable and unfinished and reminded … Continue reading
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