what lies ahead now is the breath of a lion in the summer den

the throbbing cyst squirts; and my eye bleeds cactus juice god is in the bush free image via pixabay

I was standing there; so please don't walk around me or I will bite you free photo via pixabay

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poem dedicated to no one or nothing. written as you read it, the clouds part ways with the sun -- and there's still a crater on Mars. don't get your hopes up

2014

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2014

2014

2014

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to be tasteful is profoundly abhorrent; it means you are shit

This is a photo I took in 2014. I thought I might as well share it.

the crying crumb laughs the head off the king and queen and nobody cares

jesus wept at the sight of the babbling fool. no pity as he rolled around in the dirt and plucked out his own eyes. the whore sat on her rock and smirked and plotted revenge the following morning a glimmer

I got paid today oh I got paid it was 3 chestnuts and a used pair of socks straight from goodwill. still musty and with plenty of lint. I work hard so I can feed my mouse

I wear the glove the tight red glove that shines under the light of the desktop monitor. I feel the notches in the pig skins and I feel the braided hair and I feel the slimy glue that is pressed on the

when you write considering only how much $ you might make then you lose the essence of what you're trying to convey. and in your pursuit to not offend anyone you'll ultimately just offend yourself

once inside the line outside the border -- between the wall between the segment squashed in the booth plucked from the pool ingenious precocious -- lying still -- still lilting tilting the table procedural

dirt under the nails a little blood on the hips a little sunshine in the cave a little shadow in the room a little coffeee in the cup a little sound in the chamber a little buzzing in the fridge a little