catch! slippery heart it’s dead, no it’s alive shucks, i am no Frankenstein i step into sullied shoes […]
Category Archive: Poetry
lonely is a whore who always gets more than she deserves “but i’m pretty” who cares? that’s good […]
every moment of happiness in your short little life was just the right chemical cocktail neurotransmitter fire at […]
look out on the horizon it’s your future it’s a prize with a big red bow-tie you look […]
presented with boxes one has money and sturdy things the other, scraps of love affairs some voodoo doll […]
flesh-eating beetles nibble kindly away at all the useless things that make me, me with the desperate appetition […]
As I lay me down to sleep I dream of things like gasoline Not how we’ll run out […]
