unhealthy.

I have a pain in me gulliver. got toltchoked last nite. but I can drink moloko vellocet now and it will all be horrorshow, droogie.


maybe some devotchkas later on...Ludwig Van, that's right. and of course, the good and old

Ultraviolence.

old words.

how it hurts in the melting saturday morning

the sun detaches and scratches into your wounds
I cannot find myself. There's a cover
metal cover
hiding me from myself.
there's no corner I can't tell.
my red body convulsionates to the aching present
cries at the past
and suicides at the future

today I'm here. tomorrow I'm gone.

recent essay.

we let our passions get swollen

and they grow to become choking bubbles
in the beginning it's a passive infection
it gets precipitated until the last moment edge.
but then, after sometime, they become
toxic and poisonous
QUOD ME NUTRIT ME DESTRUIT

something

I wish I could hang my head in the morning

feeling the smell of daisychains and watching

tiny bugs come up through the window.

silogismo nonsense

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