The dangers of strangers

How blithely she writes What remains to be seenTransposing the unknownsOnto aquamarine scenesIn trances (of stolen glances) Pinned wrists and stifled moansHow idly she inscribesHer coronary catacombsHow plainly she arrangesThese strangers into proseBranding the stanzasIn aching narrationsHow madly she fansThe flames of creationLike wet dreamsWith daisy chains From the hazeOf a memoryThat she’s only been […]

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Regrettable Irreverence

— To thee, two thousand and twenty I bequeath this ubiquitous lament To thee, most egregious year Beloved little betrayer Darling in thy discontent To thee and thine, I leave only this Of malice, a regrettable irreverence And fleeting, though it be On the Eve of thy completion Let it be agreed We died, on […]

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A woman ever undone

_ Her mind compels the pen (again and again) Until caught more often than not In a deadlock with rational thought Her head condemns the ends As it convenes with the means With madness and its methodologies Her hands command the verses freed With benediction for these frenetic fictions In the name of idiosyncrasies gleaned […]

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You are not dreaming

Featuring the atmospheric song ‘Strange Pleasures’ by Still Corners. This video collage is an aesthetic exploration of humanity’s fascinating (and oft toxic) relationship to nature. Notes of technology. Flora. Erotica. Nostalgia. Movement. Passion. Paris is Burning. China Town. Soul Train. Paradox. Golden Gate. Illustration. Cinema. Joshua Tree. Rebellion. Parallels. Illusions. Ciphers. The power of memory. […]

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We All Fall Down

“Mother nature is a serial killer, no one’s better, more creative, but like all serial killers, she can’t help the urge to want to get caught.” – World War Z   Dearest Friends and Enemies, As I’m sure we are all coming to realize: the world is collectively losing it’s proverbial shit. In real time. And with […]

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The Wildflower

— The wildflower learned To become a woman And the woman learned To save the world And the world learned Nothing In return Because the world Is a dystopian sort of dysplasia The world is the daze of the geisha With her lips affixed tight To the opium pipe The world is the plight Of […]

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With No Compromise

Holy shit. This track is really something. It has some kind of moody, Motown, lo-fi magic. The harp. The swell at 1:40 is the closest thing I can sonically liken to the feeling of falling madly in love with someone. Sigh. This is the kind of song I could listen to for an actual eternity, […]

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The Faux is my Foe

I wander the wreckage aimless In my pointless annoyance I traverse, I glance, I coalesce Beneath a sky plotted meticulously In a cemetery of stars and power lines I retrace the path, I count the miles I stand before a door that I abhor Pouring my fool heart out It guards the de facto of […]

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sophisticated chaos

the systematic sophistication of chaos in defense of reincarnation — I was drafted in the mingling of ennui  and half moon martini olives drifting in the hapless mendacity of some tepid soirée at some darkened apartment in some listless city I stood in the foyer hoping to be mistaken for a Grecian urn a Trojan […]

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When the siren sounded they woke

This…. song. Sigh. This track deluges me with so many complex emotions. It possesses such an incredibly romantic undercurrent buried somewhere in the sweeping, melancholic rifts. I am particularly enamored with the way he intonates many of the lines. It’s gentle but so evocative at the same time. At times haunting. But still so beautiful. I found […]

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Dear Huntsman

“When the fox preaches, look to the geese.” – German Proverb Curiosity quintessentially Massacres cats But foxes only get caught When they feel they ‘ought So if your trap Rudimentary as it may be Manages to snag a canidae? If the swiftness of the vixen Hasn’t given it the slip? Consider this Dear huntsman And be not distressed […]

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Daisys and Daggers

{ updated/fixed the corrupted audio 🤞🏻} In life, there are blessings and there are lessons. There is much more than that, too. But stripped of it’s empiric clothing. Without airs or force-fed interpretations. Life provides us with a myriad of gifts and gambles. To do with as we wish. Both beautiful and brutal. Deeply understated […]

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Of Remnants

I don’t need a reason For I am a season I bring showers so there’s flowers in May I cower at nothing in the realm of decay I marvel at the ineptitude of contempt I exempt myself from the polemics of remnants I acquire fuel for the fire in the cull of the quiet I […]

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Defenseless

Lyrics: Waking up Thinking of what it is to be loved Should I know On my own, on a road What it is to be loved? You touched my skin, so warm but Time is cold and trust me I would know in my heart I’m the half of a whole And it’s making me […]

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April Showers…

Bring May flowers…. .. What flowers? Fuck flowers.

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a love that had no end // too good

October 2nd, 2017 was the last text. 4:39 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. — “you awake?” — I stayed up late just in case you needed me. I missed the message by mere minutes. Your mother would be boarding a plane in the morning. She missed you by mere hours. I’ll never understand why. There’s supposed […]

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Jack Of All Trades

there is such a nonsense to us a tepid little timepiece tucked away on a tarnished chain it chandelier hangs from a breast pocket precipice reminding of vanity’s futility  of flattery and rabbit dander because technically nothing’s nonexistent and everything’s contingent on byproducts of subconscious infatuation is both inherent and absent when one desires without strings waltzes […]

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Therapy Session

I have something to confess Without coercion or duress And this isn’t easy for me in the least but— My therapist says that honesty is the best policy And apparently transparency is necessary For unabridged progression toward emotional prosperity And everyone knows  It’s wise to assign monetary value To psychological complexity And since no one […]

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Feign Tame

Foxes do not wear collars As obedience is a purely menial task And collars are not conducive To one’s elusive cravings for mayhem Foxes are factually drawn to chaos Their favorite kind requires silence And bells are ruiners of stealth Jingles are the Achilles heel Of diabolical reveals Foxes can feign tame for a time […]

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To The Grave

In a overgrown field of narcoleptic poppies Sits a padlocked grave that couldn’t be picked By the most astute of smiths Cage of wrought iron Crowned in gargoyle lions Its derelict mechanisms Spiraled by ghostly butterflies Taxidermists try in vain To feign their grace These are mere Frankenstein’s of science  Garish replications of spectral flirtations What […]

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