a simple drop in a pond causes enigmatic ripples algorithmic devotion /// spells casteverlasting; has me ponder, it’s been forever since I had soup ///
they do not know the darkness. how the light can fade into coptic and all conclusions drawn unreasonable. pale words cave, ave surprises carved in
come as you are. Bobbit sheered folly drinking O.J., spike it with Molly. MTV, pop culture anaconda. internal cigars smoke out Rwanda. U.S. strikes Saddam
life’s nihilistic beautification and cynical reflection feeds a perpetual cycle of expectations and disappointments. the farthest distance in the world is between how it is,
shibuya crossing have all these lives scrambling, in line passing in every direction. at some point, we all missed a turn somewhere despite preparedness.
she’s out there, waiting. her wounds deeper still. she paints herself black remaining undefined. to see you majestic as her
when time dries out and leaves you wilted— left with the soft touch of conjecture or promises quenching relief, myths blend in two; the memory
in the end, we look forward to new beginnings; like gods betwixt creation and nothingness casting shadows of life’s everlasting night in aloneness and
its brighter today yet i feel dimmed in my mind while driving over the hills from work. there’s this windee part of the road with
you lean into dreams grabbing hold these days, and they lift you partly saturating a day’s real history, pellucid ghosts; a stagnant mist left our
