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TagA Good Night’s Sleep
After my life imploded, I thought things would eventually get better. They didn’t.
Cold Play
Before me laid a pristine woman, the toe tag read Meredith Richards. 38. Cause of death: unknown.
All my lovers are junkies
Kenny comes down like a kite wrestling the wind, leaping from gust to gust, pushing skyward against the inevitable fall to earth, but always with an eye to the ground, looking for that patch of grass, a soft landing instead of concrete. Even an astronaut succumbs to gravity sometimes.
troy – April 24th 1184
the night before the invasion of troy, diomedes, noted pederast, pounded the wild orchid satyrion into a paste and the following morning distributed it into 30 mens wine.
Petrified
Another wakeful night.
Red, White, and Black Make Off-Shades of Amber
The more a death-rock girl’s structural integrity crumbles, the heavier she applies her foundation.
Eulogy for Times Square (1989)
janey is on her hands and knees
and the room is a chorus
of gutter sounds and flies unzipping
At Odds / One Count Voxel Rodent / Scouting Ahead
The personification of “are you mad at me.” Totemic pity party. Arrested adoricism.
never fucking a guy who has a podcast again
She’s not my girl, he says on his podcast, She’s, uh, doing the Lord’s work for me.
Betwixt the Columns of this Colonnade
Taste the stomach lining. Taste the intestines. Push your yellow teeth chewing through them.