experimental
Tag3 poems
closed the lid with a bang
Northern Feedback
Knocked-off at half-four and walked south in oblivion for a bit
her hundred-thousand-year solo session
> ここにいます. here i am.
> come and get me, you fucking metaphysical dogs.
Ebb and Flow [Excerpt]
Mudflatgrounded, diamond-minds-racing — what’s it worth not to cut corners?
That Which Has Come Down
The point in time everyone sees me at is just after 10:30 in the morning of May 19th, 1998, but I am from the future, from later that day, around 3 in the afternoon.
Are You Thinking About it?
a rope
Atrophy of Being a Human Being
Everything is happening. Everything.
World Damage Control
I slept in a gaming café on campus and dreamt of killing spiders in empty apartments.
That’s It! Yeah, That’s the Melody to Funky Town!
. . . And silent chaotic displays of distorted visuals and animated travesties existing in the moment where one has recently awakened from their heavy dream state stirred greatly within the Monsieur’s head. . .
Symbiogenesis
There once was a planet infested with trees infested with humans infested with political issues in the making.