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A man tried to rob me and ended up shooting himself.

Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean people are not following me.

Prayers scar these knees as I lick the blood from your hands. I stole the solstice for your party. Happy Birthday! No, you can't open it early. ..

Television soul burdened by surface imagery entitled to these associations as reality slides across the bottom of the screen. Chew cow-like en..

just playing with words

With well tailored congratulations Ed McMahon sits next to me shaking hands with amputated bandits, no, the other hand has a drink. Satan joins..

The ground is moist as I stab and twist scraping along gravel and rocks plunging forward to duel with blades of grass ripping through a patch of m..

We have built this indifferent god of stone and gold hands warn into gnarled fists behind barbed wire sharp and cold suspended like my belief a ..

The veil is lifted and on stage the scales are twisted in an almost angry meloncholy Prozac medicated rebellion. So it is said on my t-shirt, and..

The strangled wheezing cough built on children's severed fingers take a picture of their blood flecked black spitting lungs tarnish on the divine ..