In completing the three-girl color spectrum, It made me glad I went to college, And went around those redheaded advertising majors With nothing in their eyes, When you should have been sharing, Listening to “Revival” by the Allman Bros. On Zoloft and marijuana.

He’s just done so many drugs. He makes beer now. 
I suck at it. So it doesn’t matter when At the bat of an eyelash I can Manifest the sunny, blue-skied world On its side.

Upon beholding the sixth or seventh song on the playlist My constitution knew a new behest that I couldn’t follow, I was a marble rolling around in a fixed basin On a rug under mighty lights, dwarfed, Belittled, . Under this reoccurring theme Of plastic cognition, Glaring at dust mites.

In an adverse life, The object of reality becomes the individual, Eyes sequestered in corporeality And changed By the very oxygen he breathes.

It was cloudy. It was always cloudy, that’s what I remember. People in Indiana chuckle a lot. Life moves slow. Actually, it’s like an oversized college basketball team that bullies other teams on the low rebounds: it slows YOU down. It makes you play at its pace. Think you’re walking through this room, think you’re […]

Every time a nice girl laughs, I get sad. I get sad thinking Of all those smoke Signals, the ice pick Smokestacks you ride Past just looking at the Upholstery of your car floor.

I made the choice to cut ties with humanity And pursue an ethereal deity, And I’m still waiting to see the colors changing, I’m still waiting for death to adorn my mind’s leaves with The righteous hue, . Having memorized scriptures, Etched on my hands as if they were wooden papers, Lambasted myself with that […]

Yeah, I was talking to myself. I wanted to communicate something right, I wanted not to be misunderstood.

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Under this missive My legs and fibres Gain liquidity But I see how it’s human’s End, with truth Six feet below The canopy where Old ladies sell Peach pies now Breathing constellations That I was accepting Of the outside, to be on The outside Of that masqued Jelly spread.