(2014)
(In the beginning of the 3rd millennium of a simple calendar from a twisted religion on a beautiful planet
I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.
Obfuscating in an empyrean cumulon… Contiguous with some rakish air wo… Fed wild through actuality; leavin… For immunity to the gods, frames…
If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,
So used to being accepted, Then quickly rejected. I know what to expect. I EXPECT IT Do you?
Guilty suspects can easily pass Leaving their demons at the scene, Not in the system Skipping class Leaving the semen
Set inside a suburban puzzle Of which I solved 2 years prior. It’s a plain house. One point two. But not that I know of….
They say that, in your dreams, a polar bear represents a reawaken… And there; In sight; With the full moonlight off white…
Cut me loose from this cloud of be… Poke a hole in my heart for the wo… Rip me apart from this warm suicid… I spot rats in my tunnel of trampl… O God, let me drive into the tree…
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,
….and They picked each other apart like flower petals until
The Sun; a guillotine. With its giant convex blade of lig… Slicing through my skull Eyes first At 186,282 miles per second.
Swaying within the context of mad-made slime, Like a pendulum bound to the sky with time.
Thrusting a screw driver through the heart of bliss, Dropping out slowly is harder than you think— A wish in the well
Empathy fleets Like a fragile brown leaf Wisped away— By a harrowing breeze To the ground below
