1. Never touch the men in your city. They scream through telephone wires. They share everything. They hog over meals. I saw all sorts of inconsistencies snaking their spine, making them all the more beautiful and all the less divine, Rigid as what we’ve known of strife and gloria, singing in the accumulated form. There is a sort of beauty to accents fading and intents coming clear, but intent has rarely come alone. “I like where you’ve been. But I think I’d like you more when you’re mine.” Why did the dog bo’er becoming a fool? Why, excited for in extremes? Should have s ...Read more

You're not welcome. It's not for the youse. It's not for views. Most people here are monsters of biblical proportions And what happens to them is what happens to monsters, eventually They fall down by death or by beating, eventually And that's a good thing for young monsters to read in As they are getting tuckered at night In their young monster beds by their aged monster caretakers, Whispering, Whimpering, "He sounds good" Sit by, sit still, sit crazy, Everything happens for no reason, Just as the tulip, too, burns by the lighter, And so parables, wry, write themselves In gallan ...Read more

For someone who says he never puts importance to the past, I sure as hell am spending all my little coins clinging to it. Rehashes of trauma, merry-go-rounds and go-get-happies, go-get-betters, And drowning unsuspecting rooms under tub light of my disgraced charm. That's because I'm a manic pixie dream gay, –Y'know, like, in the movies, Maybe we hit up, and we have A blast of a time and for the times, and you think That I perhaps realigned or redefined your insights and in-flights, and inside The low-ceilinged hipster club you hang at, your friends start talking about me Really coo ...Read more

I brought with me a skill I call magic tampering, so innate, it is where my personality's based. And so I locked myself in rooms, waited 'til the anger thaws. I do not want to be waiting for years in this here orchestra, with their antibiotic eyes and phrenoplegic ears, and their synthesized vocabularies, estimable lats I still don't know what synergy means and I hear a ton of word fascists use it on the daily. It's fun. Real funny, at the sides of the peepholes where people pretend like its their day job A five to seven overwork, and I am new to this collapsing asceticism Zoroastrian ...Read more