"we never really discover anything but one event following another"
"even if god did exist, it would make no difference"

throat on fire, belly full of grease.
Ouch.

hahahahha

why can't I do anything involved with technology?

this is you.

"These are MY words,

those are yours"

the possession of the handicapped

the bulbous bruised

I give myself the fight back against his frightened sickness.

His easy tears somehow my forgotten instigations

the body makes with imminent pain.

You pain me

so I place you

behind sprains and old injury made to heal on it's own.

The two times I broke your flesh, I meant it

as it was meant to kill me

to realize how much it hurts

to watch thinness transform into your stretching skin,

as I have known

I have spoken

as it does happen.

It does

and it did.

And I break my hands on your words once again.

Oh fuck.

I've not learned my lessons yet.
I'm going to begin searching for professional hermit jobs on craigslist.
Hermitism. Condition? Profession? Real word?

"It was an icy day.
We buried the cat,
then took her box
and set fire to it
in the backyard.
Those fleas that escaped
earth and fire
died by the cold."

William C. Williams

He almost, does, write like a doctor.

All these pickled peppers spur,

sending waves of the scent of hate,

the scent of metallic paints on mornings wake.

I'm sniffing the fumes,

a bonafied stalemate,

a quiet trance I will not break.

Solitude is no jokers prank,

those that indulge it are the greatest laughs,

within themselves and their color coded butter knives,

themselves

themselves.

I'm fed up with everyone I know.

Is it a crime?

Creating red velvet cheesecake brownies.

Swirrlllssss.

My dog playing outside. Found my old pandora account...more swirls.