mental illness
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rtd / mk ultra victim
i held the greasy forehead of a seizing junkie
The Sound of What’s Coming
I was woken by hammering from the apartment below mine, maybe muscly henchmen nailing parts of my skanky neighbor to the floor.
Spam #1
fifteen years ago when i was the co-owner/administrator/second-most-decorated-troll of a freeform fantasy role-playing chat/message board site
Disruption of Flow
Sometimes, I feel, there is a blank mass obstructing my flow. It looms over me like a magnified cursor that hovers over one of the ubiquitous social media pleasure-feeds.
i am a dead queer now
the waning moon is
soaking into the grass outside
hidden under my desk leaving the room lit
with a shade of twilight sparkle
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art by @durbanmoffer
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Flouride could be the cause of the baby’s dark fingertips. It’s not frostbite. When you push on her nails, blood shows through. Her molars are erupting. T
Jason
Jason
Jason in the next bed over has no arm, or you know, one arm left, no arm where one of them should be, is what I mean to say. I won’t go into what I have that confines me t
Still Life, With Sharks Circling
Still Life, With Sharks Circling
Daddy’s head was like a jack-in-the-box out of which a
second head might pop. You could sense the tension in his
crank. Mommy put us to bed li
Dread
Dread
What if I look down in the Port-o-John and there is a man under the filth, only his eyes and
forehead ribbeting like a cartoon frog in a swamp?
What if the bees keep d
No Hero
No Hero
First responders run toward explosions, toward blood and mangled bodies. They are heroes, the saints of our degraded and violent nation. Heroism is all we have left. Bat