Category Archives: 7. epitaph.

walls crumble under the self righteous subterfuge of a life fraught with denial – self indulged no less cloaked in a black veil claiming to be love it was a ghost that lived within that catacomb of deceit help me … Continue reading →

i was stuck within the confines of my unconscious state of existence, when i realized i’d never escaped from it to begin with. I was always there, swimming in the unknown rivers of my sanity. to afraid to swim under … Continue reading →

the thirst for celebrity is what inevitably killed him but it was the electrician who found him that made it real on a street lake washington to be exact thats where he went for the final act know one really … Continue reading →

clouds hide the rising sun outside the office windows the heater is churning out cold air, with no help in its future i stir in my chair, swiping my hair out of my eyes, a new day staring back at … Continue reading →

he spent his time sitting outside listening to his sister and her friend make noises that sounded like …. he’d throw rocks at the clouds and read comic books till the let him in nestle quick and burnt toast his … Continue reading →

i’ve always wondered if the battle becomes unworthy of the fight is it time to look for a different battle if my desire leaves me if i find nothing more to care about where do i go i need the … Continue reading →

sometimes i stare at the sun and wonder why i’m so cold sometimes i stare at the sun and wonder why it’s so dark

theory of a deafman “i hear the pain in mona lisas eyes the fear in gandhi’s words the way temptation crossed Maehaks mind every time he crossed the line when temptation ended and…” you see there is a story i … Continue reading →

coppy on the side of the road god knows where we are but we turned right and that was wrong fireworks and sirens behind us, freedom ahead but we tuned out and that was wrong side of the road and … Continue reading →

this shit smoked it through this shit i walked with it in my this shit can’t remember where i shit this shit he’d mentioned something about it being platonic? copesetic? something with a tic at the end not the beg … Continue reading →