Tendencies, tendencies where do yo… Tendencies, tendencies who woulda… flying through the breeze like a c… santa-bound with his sack and his… sink it down and let it swirl arou…

If I asked you if I loved you wou… Caught up in the goings on of the… So and so said they were there Unaware of the stares. So I’m looking backward at a posi…

He flew with poise and energetic g… Stinger lancing out, if only you c… But of course not you fool, He’s a fucking bee. Expressionless remorse as he hones…

I feel like writing once again, It’s been so long, where to begin? My Life has crashed before my eye… I see myself laying down to die. Something familiar I knew so long

Sick of this distortion Reality sliding around like Bumper cars full of wayward childr… Celebrating the escape from a terr… I want to get off this ride and pr…

Agonizing wake of a summer sea Setting down upon the breeze Feeling me, feeling this moment And I drop back into a haze of em… Repetition and repetition

There is always time you’ll never… Stacks of newspapers, tupperware a… Staring back at my listless eyes Despising the rising of layers of… Rusted unto an otherwise strengthe…

Whereupon the words oft spoken Love, torment, grief. Tis better, it has been said, To be tormented instead By an endless winter of grief

They set the restrictions, they cr… It shrouds my life until it is as… Do I conform, follow what they sa… And if I choose differently, is i… My life becomes happier with every…

A quiet contemplative morose and s… Planted voids, ineptitude wide Followed a path once forgotten Lain before me by a reckless aband… Of tears and of shallow memories

Cascading thoughts drifting into k… Of disbelief given the circumstanc… Around which I dance and give to… Trying extemporaneously to divulge That which cannot be taken

“Why can’t you just fucking take i… You’d think the metallic bat in yo… You’d think it might be that loade… You might even question if I’m di… I don’t swing that way but swings…

25 Sep 2014 Edition Reflecting on this camping trip Certain things make me flip. My mind, my view, my purview How many of them are certain to

Springing down, upon and forth to… There is no other to say where and… To begin, confused and saying his… His destruction’s begun without th… This word’s manifest his disconten…

Violets are magenta Horses and placenta. Roses are definitely not magenta. Anarchy. ~C