i am spread
over the vastest of expanses.

and the body that i cant quite use
is more moved by my wind
than from anything within.

so much light floods the sky
they must be battling.
hold love close and smile with
your bones and teeth rattling.

sleep is a
mortar shell.
everything is
shrapnel.

its several thousand nightmares
having eachother.

makinglovemakingkids

everyone

     broken
     pixels

down to
       zero


             zero waits,

                    still,
       motionless,

  unmade

a fly tried to teach me, a man, how to fly, but i smacked it and killed it as it landed in my ear.
now i cant hear its instructions on how to bring back the ded, as i **** its corpse in fear.

                                                                                                                         -learning to walk and live

it is because
my life is so large
but my eyes are so small
sending signals to an even tinier mind.

it is the intelligence between atoms.

it is something.

i think it is
a cause to find.

a dog
died in a fire.

hell is where
you cant get high.

wake up, make your bed
and die.

i cant believe
ive been a
fictional character
this whole time.

i see a room i remember

and a room filled with strangers.

ghosts sitting in odd chairs.

some know the other

but it is my reunion.

no words.

theres nothing.

theres nothing i can speak.

if i break the silence
they might leave.

I hang myself
in every hammock
in which I lay..

I never understand
the vista from which I stand.

it is boundless
directionless
but hounded after by me
eternally and still.

id like to become very rich quickly
so everyone would be so nice to me
and i could leave them all.
id go to an island where everyone
lives a hundred years and are
always smiling.

**** the skin
off your body

your hearts

beating

wet

when i have ***
with your skeleton

enter
and
enslave

your dreams

fetal
futile
fatal

"None are more hopelessly enslaved
than those who falsely believe
they are free."

My heart stumbles out to a broken-legged rat in the cold but can't help so it retreats.

elephants are absolutely beautiful

Vy , kak budto drugiye net.

the table is an animal.

ready to attack.

i treat it well.

stripes are terrifying

tell a tale

im sad

ive had not what its had
but have
what it has not now.

step out of the skin.

walk many miles
into the ocean
to dissolve.

Nothing

leather being tanned
by a ****** in a shed
somewhere in the south.

my soul is starving.
i must feed it everything
and do nothing.

its like a beautiful fountain
all dried up.

everything ive ever lost
without a heartbeat
i dismiss.
everything else
was someone i loved.
theres nothing else i can say
to explain the passing
through my heart.

the tortured
entertain the slaves

built to work

built to build graves.

when the lights
come through our sky
we'll try
to leave our bodies behind.

my heart is the native drum which i drum
and the heat which it leaks
is the land where im from.
it dies in the earth
and was born of the sun.
it speaks to me deep.
ghosts of wild beasts come.

I'm a mystery..
..what am I?

the clothes wear filth.

the man wears cancer.

they wear so thin.

the more horse meat she consumed
the more keratin she produced.
she will modify
ceaslessly
until the race is dead.
beaten and broken-legged.
panting and surfing the air
for a quick malignant breath.

our matter wants to escape
like air from a tank
but we won't let it.

the criminals
the crazies;

we love the hardest.

when i reach that
infinitesimal space
between existence
then maybe
i will know love

the light at the end
of the tunnel
is hell

baby velvet shoes
made from the
finest babies.

the rain is every fruit of heaven plucked at once to feed the fruit.

theres a person
stuck in the wall
of the old abandoned building.

its like a well
inside of me
that i want to
draw from you.

reverse engineering the heart.

counting is a great way to waste time

reading is a great way to escape

writing is a great way to live

living gives you something
to write about.

ill catch fire.
choke on dirt.
drown in toilette.
get stuck behind fridge.
lost in TV.

neverendingcommercial.
neverendingcommercial.
neverendingcom­mercial.

The End

were going to use the energy of the universe for breakfast.

a fictional character lives on in agony

there is a dungeon
inside a room
in your house.
or in your car.
out in the city where you eat.
a comfortable place because
there they know your face
and you dont have to be
anybody.

they have t.v.'s there
that think for you
while you watch them
from your dungeon door.
and you think
your dungeon
brings you peace.
so you decorate it
and call it your home
and live there
until you've used
all of its air.
it is cursed by
the inhabitant
who built it
around their self.
a place for quiet
turned hostile
because eventually
the truth shines in through
the wear in the walls
and sends you
screaming into the sun.

if notes deteriorate
inside you're stomache

they say your body needs to die
before you can know
but i wouldnt trust
their living mouths