VISUAL INTERIOR

What does it look like, inside, when you’re losing your shit ? Is it all pipes, buttons and decomposition, like a spinning top scraping the inside walls of your skull. Electricity shooting through a mushy organ stopping and starting, whimsically misdirecting and blasting through microscopic highways. We can only see what we believe as truth, …

SCRAP’S OF PAPER

I opened my heart and you thru your shit into it, how am I supposed to fuck under these conditions ? You with your scrap’s of paper that never really pay back scattered over the bed. Your lie’s and mine, yes you never knew about mine. The lie’s have to remain unsaid, buried in a …

Self Desruct

Communication is a necessity to existence, to our blood flow, fairy dust production, a joining of minds, touch, strikes, vertigo. We sicken without it, shrivel up, take up the fetal position with closed eye’s and melancholy demands. If the lines don’t reach out we’ve nothing to feed on, no nutrient’s, no sweet caress, only warm …