The Altar
Soulcruzer
our strength lies facing this personal piece of Hell after breakfast, they would take her quietly, get straight to work doing wrong. but you wouldn’t know this life is knowing…
found poetry
Freedom is a Mystery
Shameless freedom is a mystery Wasteland studded blasting free adverts What is this really, except easy fantasies)? Normal people trickle down the cracks neoliberal teenagers Rock The Brady Bunch and…
A Voice
So tonight starts the first in a series of year end parties. I didn’t want to leave this until after the party, lord knows what would come out then.
Conscious Torpor
And just like that the house was quiet again. The source text for this black out poem was an old issue of Philosophy Now magazine.
Attracting Love
This is the last of my sloth days. It’s been fun hanging out with the family and a few friends – eating, drinking, and being merry. For about a week…