Strange in how in great times of turmoilOne can not find a place without opinionWithout a mitigated stance crashing over youThe blunt force of shell s..
The universe is not infiniteIt is indisputably expansiveBut it stops eventually.Across the great chasams of nothingess, it endsThe depths of corrouded..
My dad likes talking about dying a lot. What to do when he's struck with rigor mortis. When the failed flesh topples over the hulking beast of the bod..
I keep those hills piled highEver so impartial to the ongoingsWith the soft touch of nature on the surfaceAnd my rocky turmoil underneathI think I'm g..
"Mere anarchy"It's a line that stays with me quite frequentlyIn melancholy daydreamsIt's from one of those classic poemsDid you know that?One of those..
Who do you think carries out the bodies?of those people who leave their housesThat have a pair of shoes by the doorWallet on the nightstandBooks left ..