I was sick with experience, Hungover from too much time. And there she appeared. Clear. I hadn’t before seen her never,

They say that time heals all wounds and I will be fine, But they don’t know I’ll bleed to death—

With the laugh of madness For the love of God We bathe in sadness A delicate facade A carnal spell

Tuck me under the blundering sun When I was the younger wondering… I could make liquid diamonds from… I could be fairly invisible too, Spying on bugs while hiding from y…

When you say a word so many times… When you look at something for so… When you live a life so hard and t…

I will— believe you to death oh, wondrous one! Till no one is left under the sun.

Oh, to dance with that morning jes… Fumbling through scenes Of disintegrating dreams, Until we arrive at a little bridge… Stopping for a moment.

Basking in smut Like a shot to the head, Fingernails clean, doused in red Rather you’d wage your war instead Till every last one of your soldie…

I like words that spin and glide and slide like vernacular helicopter waterfall rides. A typhoon surprise

I am now In the midst of shaping shifts into riddled bits of cryptic myths

I will walk into this hurricane an… I will travel in peace with that g… I will ground your lightning again… I will mull my scarred skin into s… I will outlive this native curse.

I’m gonna ghost ride this experime… straight into a wormhole. I don’t know where it leads and I almost don’t care— (I was raised on hide and seek,

Disorder has slaughtered our sacre… Your guillotine lies have severed… One year and a half of four hundre… And the last six months spent buil… For this wall was built with chemi…