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Stark. Raven. Mad. to live inside of a non-stop explosive scream, to dream, open eyed, of orange-flavored flames dripping from a milk-fac..

pickled porno-giraffe tickled the red brick roads like a goose feather in a wind induced holidaze………. longer than a..

face-first fix fixes nothing: necrotic need kneads knees with invisible needle-gloved grudge love. swarm of backhanded b***h-slap..

implosion feels.time lies.eons sleep.you whisper.neon dreams.Dad drinks.sex bruises.space wants.death crawls.Mom dies.drugs ooze.trees fall.chimne..

feed me another martyr tale.the last thirteen have soured.next time,make it believable.I'm dying to be reborn.

yesterdamn wasorrows! I sexed my mourning serial dance like an amateur explosion in a crowded smokestack coffee cloud, and you did..

there’s a dog in my yard. he’s not my dog. there’s a man in my bed. he’s not me. there’s a woman..

alone. drunk. funkateering the funkeroni and sleaze in my domestic multiverse. at peace. in tiny pieces. circling the grandeur of the alm..

a book of beefy somethings that mostly mean skinny nothings.

hello, smile and nod will have to do because I’d rather jerk off a rabid yeti than shake your thieving hand.