I am nothing under this vast sky…
a dust mite born from a sheath of dead skin.

hope it isn’t true what people say…
about the world as we know it, coming to a close.

people don’t go to hawai’i to join revolutions…
but one hundred yard oboes
under a thin sheet of sea

try to vibrate under our feet.

we break communication like bread at the dinner table
honey, shut the fuck up… please…

this isn’t a meal if it doesn’t have cheese.
I’m going to mainland to eat eat.
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delete button don’t work.
emitting my feelings to stranger on limitless networks
puts me at ease.

emotive.

go.

volcano blows!

a rainbow glows plutonium, platinum, palladium, silver… titanium oxidized arian blue
all the armor
inside
your emotions sprung up like a desert rose,
coated your code from the ebb and the flow
until all gold trophies are resin molds… heaven knows truth
is the reason why
people go blind in pursuit.

it’s forbidden.
it’s hidden.
whatever was written was burned
and so as the world turns

it twists
alexandria in its

torque.