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Icons Oblong Claim
A rictus grin of pure, unwholesome light disturbed the motion of the clouds above.
3 poems
The anarchists meant well with their bohemia of random
beds to overthrow the street with bleary salons;
Exit Survey
Everyone does it these days.
Hell’s Orchestrator
I pushed up the stairs towards the tenth floor of his building–a high rise of dark, stained concrete. My pulse doubled, nervousness and blood pumping into my legs.
My soul hung itself
Mind tangled in a nest of barbed wire
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
Delusions of Jihad / DEAD TRANNY WALKING / Press S to Spit on Your Grave
BLOOD FOR THE SHATTERED FIGMENTS IN MY BRAIN
God’s Loneliest Tranny
I have found my out in violence
Malthusian Rot
In the city, in the town, in the countryside, in the world in my head, in my heart, a plague spreads forever and endless, its tears and destroys the fabric of all and nothing.