death
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Calvin Klein
When Barry first saw Calvin Klein lying on the wide shiplap planks of the abandoned hovel’s floor, he thought he was sleeping
Twitter Poems
I’ve never had more hope than this.
A Collection of Paranoid Digressions
i have traversed the landscape
of induced insanity.
Zone 1
A blinding whiteness. No, not blinding as such.
AN END PRODUCT / WISH WHEN PEOPLE DIED / I WANT TO ACCIDENTALLY SET MYSELF ON FIRE
always feel like i am doing something wrong
Oh you pale little light you / I wasn’t meant to die here / Finishing the Kill
Blazing down neon lit asphalt streets
1.2.3.4.5. Red lights blasted through
Rewind
She had hoped no one would notice the quick hot flood down her right leg.
How to Defend Your Henhouse
Unspooling all my soul,
unrolling all the multicolored threads
for loosing and for layering,
allowing them to laugh and lie with me:
Being a Witness
My job is to witness terrible things.
Inspektor Zig
Inspektor Zig is an existential detective.