If you just flip the switch make a choice be brave not fearful but loving scared and loving Brave enough to endure unreasonable pain that seemingly comes from nowhere and for no reason (though there always is) If you pull back the curtain and see yourself in ‘now’ suddenly miraculously everything becomes Brighter
What goes…
Butterfly’s stuck on the wall This place is bizarre Influenced, how much I do not know, by my perspective and where I am As where you are Blind from the fog But keep moving forward Avoid before So that now never happens No way to live Or to die Time to choose so you don’t […]
Just fcking Look
there was this guy tripping hard Tweaking Hard dirty slurring and screaming on the corner of Main and East yelling and blabbering nonsense I’m a little nervous walking up He screams again then looks at me and points at a spot on the floor, still looking at me I’m a little high too so I […]
never Xne without the Xther
super nice generous kind born with love cradled and kissed by mother pushed and lifted by father cared for then also with potential smart handsome hard working empathetic extreme strong wise and more and somehow and also somehow why and and and and falteringly insane behind the eyes
Something To Do
They say, give man a bookcase and a garden and he’ll be happy or the like, I think Well I say, giveth him a couch and TV
Inner Bbalance
all tied together back and forth side to side into the bottom where my fear and memory hide then up to the top to see those memories grow heading forward and staying still to reap the highs and sow the lows
Perspective
In the trees a couple feet above a new world as the one a couple feet below the change is how I see where all things are meant to be as it is above so it was below perspective changing everything and everything we think we know
Please
This thing is in the walls and crevices of this room Through the cracked wood and inside the pipes Fine slivers of metal flowing through the body Dissolved already into my shell The paint melts away into nothing The bit of taste I get in hell And it curls my body too waiting for something […]
Enduring Animatixn: Part 5
It smelt like pine; dry, clean, pine. Dust rolled into my nose, causing a flinch. Woozy awahzy ahoozy mahazy, I was fucked up, dude. As if I had my skin peeled back and I’d turned into a pig, ready to be roasted for dinner. My spine touched my belly button. I hadn’t energy for consciousness, […]
Enduring Animation: Part 4
After black and before colour, where do we sleep? When I wake I don’t remember anything. I don’t remember where I am or who. What I am and what I’m not. How I sing and how I rot. Don’t know why the sun is shining through green leaves and off dark water. Don’t know the […]
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