I kind of feel like a field of ten thousand oranges, like a universe made up entirely of suns, like some sort of cosmic relief to be freed from subterranean dirt, like I’ve worked my way through codependent alcohol-induced relationships and deciphered every single Fall Out Boy lyric. I kind of feel like God, except … More The Anatomy of a Thirty Year Old Man
though once her hair was wild it is now tamed seeking refuge from a long life in the sanctuary of a black bandana her eyes sunken in like great ships set ablaze in the starry night beneath her eyebrows like clouds that dissipate slowly through time her wrinkles have formed like drylands under the salt … More An Old Woman of Arles
you are not a flower. you do not rise from the soil like some dandy little spark of life you are not overflowing with green vanity you just are. when spring hits you do not bloom you do not rise up from the cold winter to burst forth into some spectral showcase of expressionistical color … More You Are Not a Flower
like two in the morning or something i couldn’t sleep so i called up God and was all like “hey God, do you want to meet up for some coffee?” and God of course obliged me like always so we’re sitting around Denny’s drinking shitty coffee talking when i ask God “is destiny a thing?”and … More Talking to God Over Shitty Coffee at Denny’s
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