Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.

I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...

Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically

Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,

Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.

I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!