tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12414699492506157792024-03-14T07:37:42.820-04:00LettersChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.comBlogger561125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-72960413456492651902023-06-03T01:19:00.002-04:002023-06-03T01:19:18.924-04:00The Compulsion To Exist<p> <span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">It’s been five years since I’ve written anything.</span><span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Who do I talk to? When do I talk? Who do I talk to? Where has that energy gone?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Do I really have ADHD? Am I just sick of being alone with myself?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Who do I take “it” out on? Where is it going? I have so much energy. This drive shaft drives. It pushes. It shafts. It does its job, but what job is that? What am I doing? What am I doing? What do I DO?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-55562322918946131932018-09-19T01:11:00.003-04:002018-09-19T01:15:58.441-04:00This Is America - In 15 Years I Will Be Forced To Eat Human Flesh Or StarveI want to be corporeally cool, colliding in a<br />
tangent tantrum, intellectually old, aesthetically beautiful,<br />
good smelling, fucking warm and I want to never smell<br />
like formaldehyde or shit breath.<br />
<br />
Indecent digs about her in decent digs about no table lamp<br />
in a dark room about a paper breeze, her bees nest atop the<br />
top most flagpole pleasing salute orgasm patriot gunshot<br />
resolute sacrifice blind abstinence chaotic good grief stricken<br />
re-virgin when the womb sucks back in like an emptying sink<br />
that sucking noise ripping at your eardrums like tearing paper like<br />
your 9 year old violently fading from reality in fast forward gutshot<br />
patriot defecate but look at the cameras while you do it<br />
<br />
no one can tell me why they do what they do<br />
<br />
everyone is scared to think about itChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-36204818293934043342018-08-18T03:57:00.001-04:002018-08-18T03:57:48.717-04:00For EverythingCorn bread colour coping cold<br />
tea teasing tenor tennis court<br />
conquest convert coral code of<br />
conscious everything<br />
Quill and tendon portal for a<br />
tender tenor television one<br />
and one by eighty six I couldn't<br />
and I can't be fixed I wish upon a<br />
burning fish I wish and wish and<br />
scream and cough I mediocre sleep<br />
away a panic pallid dreaming day I<br />
want to kill a money pig I wish to<br />
kill a money pig I vegetate and feel the<br />
pull of raging mother body full I sleep<br />
until I can't be found with teeth awaiting<br />
breathing sound I eat your enemy to bone<br />
I sit upon their stolen throne the patriarchy<br />
bought and sold for mountain young and<br />
meadow gold for womb in cotton blue and<br />
pink for prayers over the kitchen sink for<br />
baby bright and toothless grin for<br />
sleeping in a bed of sin for<br />
any daughter outer space is<br />
full upon their milky face I<br />
sweat profuse I don't know why<br />
I guess I guess I guess I'll die I fade<br />
into a wall of<br />
<br />Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-54641410538417063822018-06-24T04:24:00.002-04:002018-06-24T04:24:52.405-04:00Future Failure DescribedMonsters orate come closer into<div>
fallow is a dirty word now</div>
<div>
white noise nutrient brown out </div>
<div>
profit sex organ throbbing </div>
<div>
lease the future</div>
<div>
penetrate the present gas</div>
<div>
light the angel of any</div>
<div>
teenage virgin just for</div>
<div>
being irritatingly right or</div>
<div>
obstructively right or</div>
<div>
unprofitably right or</div>
<div>
uncynically right or</div>
<div>
right and not yet filled with a </div>
<div>
thirst for 401k performance or</div>
<div>
an inexplicable fear of black skin or</div>
<div>
a blindness in the direction of robots and</div>
<div>
software capitalists</div>
Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-13245226671309576742018-05-23T00:00:00.002-04:002018-05-23T00:00:24.824-04:00Crusty JudgementWho waits while I tell stories of things is a big idiot eating a<br />
pear in a plum orchard forward in time until a turn a<br />
wingback bailor open burning leaves in the country in their<br />
shit yard in their shit township with too many teenage pregnant<br />
angels of the collapse of civilization because we let too many idiot<br />
babies survive the 40 week sprint which is a beautiful image because<br />
no fat pregnant idiot can do sprinting in their condition so the only<br />
conclusion I can draw is that I've become mean and jagged in my<br />
premature old ageChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-9791528857885427502018-02-03T01:51:00.000-05:002018-02-03T01:51:12.801-05:00What Of ThisRapt attack in my slack uniform of slip nothing<br />
<div>
black veneer ripple leather lightroom liar</div>
<div>
finish final fire file foster friendly friendzone fuck you<br />
fighting for a fucking feeling who is fighting for a feeling </div>
<div>
fleeting value in conjunction feeling value in a function<br />
of a simple sexy sentence do I mean a verbal sentence<br />
do I mean a prison sentence<br />
you tell me you rolled your eyes when I tried to discuss semantics<br />
you tell me you rolled away when I tried to demand semantics </div>
<div>
you said fuck you fuck you when you didn't say a fucking word<br />
when I tried to demand semantics<br />
you said fuck you with your silence<br />
I tried to demand semantics you tried to ignore the meaning </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
so what the fuck else is there?<br />
<br />
you obviously aren't in the meaning<br />
<br />
or of it<br />
<br />
or with it<br />
<br />
or anyone </div>
Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-25844135855252082992017-12-09T00:57:00.001-05:002017-12-10T02:54:14.137-05:00WhatLike a soup string nickel<br />
nimbus pillow california symbol<br />
able bodied billow heavily over a<br />
tender teenage tongue until I<br />
cancer market pink pillow<br />
california symbol<br />
Blue ocean sunrise crystal<br />
chalice<br />
Blonde ambition blonde consequence<br />
blonde on bleeding fingernail consequence<br />
blonde on can't stop picking blonde<br />
on can't stop chewing on my dry lip Ajit<br />
Pai fucking anxious racing thoughts Agitated<br />
circular thought pattern thought crime thought<br />
obsession fixation spiral and I'm<br />
masturbating and crying at the same time<br />
at the speed of Twitter which is the new<br />
standard for the passage of the thing we<br />
try to call Time fuck Time fuck it<br />
fuck Time fuck fuck fuck fuck<br />
The problem with Time lately is that it<br />
keeps going forward into an uglier present<br />
and it makes the past look sexier or maybe<br />
handsomer in a more chaste way like those<br />
weird Monica Haircut 90's are suddenly<br />
safer and more ideal because the pressure seemed less<br />
or The End seemed more distant or<br />
I wasn't so scared of everything costing so muchChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-42779731577686784422017-09-16T03:29:00.001-04:002017-09-16T03:34:36.604-04:00Whatever 2, Touch ItWhatever and ever in it is and will be your<br />
dissonant song and blood your food your<br />
fibre your ultimate entity your skilled<br />
weaving narrative your perfect crystal vision your<br />
fucking rock opera masturbation crying fucking<br />
death riding into sunset crying fucking<br />
nothing<br />
<br />
Whatever is, is<br />
<br />
And whatever shall be,<br />
is, already, somewhere,<br />
trapped in dust and dirt in the code of the<br />
math of time in the algorithm of His<br />
holy unholy science<br />
Fuck, nothing matters when I'm thirsty,<br />
nothing matters when I need to shit,<br />
only thirst and shitting,<br />
but don't cry for me or anyone -<br />
just beChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-18231178892528695662017-07-31T04:35:00.001-04:002017-07-31T04:35:29.144-04:00WhateverCarry me into and on top of a pile of sticks built upon a floor in the<br />
forest and pour onto me whatever liquid you think will make this<br />
fire better than if you didn't pour something on me and will you<br />
sit and watch me burn with some carb-heavy pocket in your hand<br />
dripping cheese and fucking sugar all over your shoes or will you<br />
have the<br />
decency to dress nicely for a funeral and write something worth<br />
saying because the everything outside of you doesn't have time for<br />
nothing statements and let me tell you I've been to a place<br />
where nothing was everything you shouldn't follow in those<br />
footstepsChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-42985836150142009062017-06-18T03:59:00.002-04:002017-06-24T00:25:08.615-04:00Panic SleepDeify the dyad,<br />
Who will let me try at<br />
angel anything<br />
Whose terrible nothing is<br />
heavier than water in your cupped hands<br />
Kiss caress in quiver fuck in<br />
shiver in my tiny lucky bedroom<br />
wooden box of truth in<br />
stories of my sister Ruth who lived<br />
inside an upside spoof who lived<br />
under an upside roof who gives who<br />
gave who will amaze who lives within<br />
a hellish maze who touches lightly for<br />
a time who touches only once before she<br />
plunges deep into your chest to rest to rest<br />
to rest to rest to rest to sink to sleep to dream<br />
alive in such a time as we can only hope to<br />
say that we recall before we are erased by<br />
falling water ash and fire stone I do recall my<br />
mother's bone she laughed and took my photographs<br />
she kept them all up on the fridge I don't recall<br />
what's in my fridge I never do I always lie I<br />
don't remember vegetables I only ever tell them lies I<br />
don't drink water only black and sugar syrup heart attack<br />
I restless find indulgent church I don't remember pride in work I<br />
crush the holy wafer in between my fucking terror grin I<br />
can't remember anything about a fucking anything I<br />
read and write and hope to find a single shred of peace of mind<br />
in stillness or in ecstacy in holy him in trinity<br />
in him in him in him I fail to see the fabled holy grail I<br />
count my blessings nonetheless until tomorrow panic sleepChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-37450749227362186312016-11-12T03:17:00.004-05:002016-11-12T03:17:55.857-05:00Jessica RentingJessica love template breathing help digitally with<br />
an app or an aptitude for breathing apart from digital<br />
templates of living in Jessica's face and thoughts she's a<br />
torn two space inhabiting slut renting too much for<br />
too longChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-56619805603848618622016-11-08T00:32:00.000-05:002016-11-08T00:32:05.727-05:00Leaving It AloneWhat am I contributing to if at all if at vegetable all of my bush and bramble conversation<br />
self if at all in my life and world if I can spill a thing to him or her his holy representative in<br />
secrecy were to write my letters and pass them on even though my secrets were nothing less than<br />
a description of the beaches near the borders of Michigan and the organ music of an old happy lesbian next to her hearth and in her old home that reminds me of a steamship god I love it....<br />
<br />
I can't disturb this peace. I can't be myself on it, or to it. I have to be quiet and not rub off on it or I'm<br />
sure to fuck it up.<br />
<br />
God help usChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-89377268773627635982016-11-08T00:06:00.000-05:002016-11-08T00:11:54.523-05:002016Take onto me a weight of soup and oatmeal like I'm responsible for feeding the mouths of cute<br />
idiot children just because they're short haired boys who don't know what a cold-steel-gut feels like, the lucky little fuckers, but I'm tempted to kiss them all with an abusive sort of innocence-murdering-wisdom until they're just broken shoe-gazing parking meters and book-memorizing-automatons and do we even know what we need them for yet? Economists joke about it...<br />
<br />
No one knows. Dead weight smokes newly legal pot and podcasts whatever sounds interesting.<br />
It's an age of intoxicating marvel. Float on. Wonder about it. I have no idea where god went.<br />
We killed it. Congrats.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-69977826428717963192016-11-07T23:18:00.002-05:002016-11-07T23:18:14.813-05:00Breathe AtivanCongratulate her, she's a good dog with a silky coat and<br />
good fur for a furniture sort of home sense comfort home<br />
feeling home giving sort of warmth and love and safety and<br />
grab rubbing you tightly until the panic overload and teeth<br />
clenching is passedChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-56279048673411142722016-11-07T23:15:00.002-05:002016-11-07T23:15:59.283-05:00Chubby NothingWhat with a wholly nothing gap in his every whole happening<br />
chest of living moving flesh his being was wholly into<br />
nothing noticeable but for a thudding sound which was an<br />
evidence to a thick realness which was perhaps a sign of<br />
objective maybeness but after a long night and morning of<br />
thriller dreaming I'm bound to drink water and wonder if<br />
anything is real at allChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-27318405082226732692016-09-24T00:11:00.001-04:002016-09-24T00:11:51.010-04:00Familiar SmellHalting the ark, haunted ark fuck<br />
ark full of animal guts and fur tingling<br />
licking clean grooming sensibility clean<br />
sheets and conscience until I'm a sober<br />
patriarch of cats my vacuumed floors describe a<br />
man whose life is under a paper and pencil sort of<br />
lock and key with rational calm sensibility and<br />
mathematical hand grasping exercises to develop the<br />
fist strength to crush something which is perhaps or probably<br />
timeChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-53897572582703307402016-09-24T00:05:00.002-04:002016-09-24T00:05:09.720-04:00Love is, what happens next? Love is an unstoppable force and<br />
we are immovable objects.<br />
What happens next?Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-83169865324522058712016-09-03T03:43:00.001-04:002016-09-03T03:56:54.039-04:00Reckoning - Brock TurnerTall talk over me aren't you a<br />
big figure but let's settle now<br />
that this is a game for big cocks<br />
you little lamb baa you tender<br />
meek little thing you who think<br />
who would inherit what inherit<br />
this?<br />
The strong fuck everything in every<br />
hole they plumb it good they fuck and fuck<br />
and rub raw and chafe the depths of it until<br />
her throat is cotton and the Kalahari and<br />
the salt mine in my guilt night terror my<br />
cockwielding worst dream my<br />
won't go away leaked documents of<br />
truth and that cake that chased<br />
Hampton Pig groaning eat me eat me it'll<br />
never leave you it'll scare the living<br />
shit out of you it will eat<br />
your guts and make you look at her<br />
and<br />
<br />Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-57524457476480468152016-09-02T06:34:00.003-04:002016-09-02T06:34:54.102-04:00Holy Fuck MountainHoly fuck mountain<br />
I've seen it<br />
I've tasted the air that<br />
rubbed it's shoulders and<br />
tumbled down it's back,<br />
there were so many cats at the<br />
foot of holy fuck mountain, milling<br />
about, looking for milk and biscuits,<br />
or maybe a few mothers to nuzzle<br />
into and lick them, they chirp like idiots,<br />
they don't know anything, I'll build a fire<br />
and wait and watch and roll a cigarette and<br />
sing a song I taught myself from a book of<br />
hymns about him and his holy fuck mountain<br />
I'll build a church here some day maybe, there's<br />
a stream nearby, cold water and fish and sometimes<br />
a bear comes to take what he can catch to fill his belly<br />
for so much sleeping and all the bear business on the<br />
mountain that needs a full belly, it's a hell, being a bear<br />
with an empty belly, no bear told me that, I've just watched,<br />
and listened - holy fuck mountain talks if you're quiet and if you<br />
listen just right and if you don't interrupt with any chewing or<br />
hollering or any kind of plan making, it's not a dignified way to<br />
treat your holy fuck mountain<br />
it's important to love it<br />
to love her<br />
quietlyChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-77201546122091902842016-08-28T03:29:00.001-04:002016-08-28T03:29:55.441-04:00Sore throat sore penny thoughts repeated<br />
repeatedly until sore in your throwaway head<br />
sore indirectly by way of grass and trees or the<br />
lack thereof replaced with couch and liquid plastic<br />
life of a mouth with a dick and a wallet<br />
plant your hand on your heart and buy what<br />
they tell you<br />
trust everyone so trust no one<br />
sore throat killing me<br />
choking on airwavesChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-61669801643267602942016-04-10T02:50:00.000-04:002016-04-10T02:50:10.047-04:00Torch or SleepTorch illuminate to cave three days<br />
companion night to days in drink in wine in sadness<br />
so great and so cheap that your bed becomes a grave<br />
place six feet deep and three pillows wide until<br />
a mouth in the earth consumes you and<br />
a worm tongue licks you and your<br />
passion for science and women's<br />
rights doesn't matter and only<br />
sleeping more matters only<br />
sleeping as much as possible matters<br />
you sinking fuck you heavy weightless<br />
sinking rock you<br />
stone<br />
you burying root you cloud you didn't write a letter or<br />
touch your mother's skin goodbye you<br />
took your pills and drank good wine and<br />
caressed the neck of your guitar for a moment and laid down and<br />
closed your eyes and looked at the ceiling and<br />
big goodnight so I goodbyeChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-49077973880917748902016-04-10T02:38:00.001-04:002016-04-10T02:38:24.928-04:00Whose Flag BleedsCorrupt I hello inside hello try abruptly to swell with an<br />
unsick pride yellow monologue coffee table<br />
dye and in some chest swell vocal fry bleeding American book of<br />
negro blue patriot blue industry blue patriot blue computer<br />
false who in true zero zero one one oh to be<br />
two to be one too amongst the many is<br />
just another accomplishment of the<br />
entitled which is no accomplishment then sick<br />
sad<br />
asshole dreaming patriotChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-33658357585395762782016-03-25T03:30:00.000-04:002016-03-25T03:36:55.623-04:00If This Then IAwake again!<br />
To see to write to breathe exhale a big nasty puff of invisible unsee<br />
blue less dense than water more dense than nothing about the<br />
same density as soul but dumber breath<br />
is and will always be<br />
in out in out in out<br />
giving me a tylenol giving me a chest ache like caving hunger from<br />
stem to stern or my<br />
third eye to my asshole<br />
nothing is sacred<br />
Awake again!<br />
Drink deep to awake from a long sleepy dust sleep not<br />
a word or peeping fuck from you as you and we<br />
our hands on mouths and pull hair and dig into each<br />
other and bite until our bleeding lips are flags for<br />
the hate in love and love and love as old as dirt<br />
dirt dirt dirt rose dirt rose tomato bean and<br />
dirt and rabbit skin dirt bird bone dirt the collar around your<br />
neck dirt the money in your pocket dirt the book you read in<br />
dirt the love your church in dirt the promises you keep to<br />
dirt the bitter sweet my dirt my loving faithful baby dirt<br />
my honest loyal dirt who dirt when dirt the why the dirt<br />
<br />
The passage of time is a pile of black earthy shit from which you<br />
emerged unto which you will return the passage of time is<br />
a sexy quiet song in the first and last bath you took and<br />
dirt is the only covenant and the only evidence of Him<br />
so lay down and breathe and be awake and just let Him happen to you.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-25147350616917049342015-08-04T23:24:00.004-04:002015-08-04T23:25:50.936-04:00Twinkly Sounds Aggressively In Bed Distrust Your Personal ComputerKill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire<br />
Kill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire<br />
Kill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire<br />
Kill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire<br />
Kill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire<br />
Kill it kill it with fire kill it kill it with fire<br />
Machine machine liar liar machine with fire kill it<br />
Kill it with fire machine his head machine<br />
Kill it with fire<br />
<br />
Wake up tired in bed every morning for twenty or thirty years straight before you<br />
just stop sleeping at all and become the computerChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241469949250615779.post-50634405159636208702015-08-04T00:03:00.001-04:002015-08-04T00:06:51.295-04:00How Many Times Will This Go AroundWhat isn't the meaning of life if not if to mean<br />
yourself into a less unreal dream than your currently<br />
unrealer dream which is a fucked up scheme of<br />
math and plans and finger paint across His sky and canvas<br />
of your skin and bone and brain and snake fuck gut whose<br />
teeth or fangs are hook assholes digging into who<br />
in fuck knows what<br />
<br />
the truest thing I've ever heard is that 'there's<br />
too much confusion' I absurd speak twenty million lives into her<br />
and she kills all of them with modern magic and I literally<br />
don't know what the point is because we made a joke of Maslow or<br />
maybe Maslow just is a joke or we got to such a point to recognize His<br />
relativity is relevant only as far as we invent in moments of not-seeing<br />
deeper greater bigger everythingsmy eyes and ears and my nostrils and<br />
finger skin and my mouth clearly aren't big enough clearly not<br />
enough and ever will be<br />
<br />Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12900157659444010187noreply@blogger.com0