Over all, I’ve worn 1 pair of overalls. They’re stained with adolescents and a feverish love for my mother. Much like my mother, my overalls are lost in a pile of tarnished memories. And I refuse to publish […]
Brief encunters with hideous men
Humans are to brief and feeble for me to care for.
So i’ve stopped hoping for better movies, and just
Taken what i’ve been given.
But i’m tired of all these […]
But to what?
Am I switing to the enticing rythms?
Or to invisible whips clinging to my back as they break away.
Im switching courses. Swiching dreams, lies, memories.
And forgeting the old ones.