Untitled #107 (2015)

You know?                     I’m                              Just                                      A                                     L                                     I                                   T                                  T                                 L                               E                              B                            I    .sihT L                          T                 L                         Tired   of   A …

Untitled #108 (2015)

The synthetic oil wasteGlitch_Spectrumwould like to cordially invite you to decompose. nothing against you, personally.we promise. well, as much as a refracted spectrum of light can promise.Which, honestly, doesn’t amount to much.But still. Still. still-static clouds thick with thunder,clinging to dread-ideals,mutter desperately under their breaths–                                  tomorrow,             tomorrow.‘n them love-lustin’ storm chasers,mutter some whiskey prayerwhile oaken …

They say. (2014)

They,                and mind you that a “they”                                is always a “somebody” that needs a disguise.They say, they say that selfies are now causes of depression.They say, they say that selfies are now causes of narcisim.They say, they say.         Close my eyes and clutch …

The long, long final product. (2014)

Synapses fire with a war-for-cheap chatter,that self-same discharge that plasma chars air to vacuum.and those fires keep rising,and them flood waters are rising,but you, you’re ether bound, and damn if that sound don’t just                                                             R E SOUND.‘course, me, I’ve got …

The Inarticulate Screaming (2014)

Mhmm,Darlin’,Mhmm. This would be the bubble up,the draining of the cup,the give, give, give it up.You        fuck                fuck                        fuck up. 😉The little winky means I don’t,    I don’t,            I don’t mean it in the least. Mhmm,Darlin’,Mhmm. Yeah, you gotta give ‘em hell,both barrels,phasers to …

Stuttering Sometimes Slips Softly and Sophisticated: Long Legged Brunettes Still Drink Shock Top (2014)

what-if-will-‘o-the-wisps keep flitting through,and they meticulously craft these tiger trap images,of you and me and imagined futures,placed on top of a void, ravenous, yawning.                                 last I wrote this much life into a mannequin,                                I was chanting forgotten nothings at granite …

Sugar-cookie candles. (2013)

safe-sex-scented,guts ‘n glory ‘n all them gory details,come on, come on with those latex dreams :–            he’s got a hip-cocked-straddle            gut like a yoga ball,            course, yoga’s that hippie fuckin’ shit,            he was all for the drugs                but that was years back, years–years back.    …