if presented with the decision of horseback or llama, always chose the llama.
i love reading the shit i spastically scribble in my notebooks while i’m pretending to take notes.
under the sentence “vertically integrated companies are the most efficient,” i decided to write a little vertical poem.
as
nature
dies,
redlight
enters
water.
kayaking
under
red
clay
zeplins
are
kranking.
name poems suck.
what attracted me in the first place
will ultimately make me resent you.
i’ll start telling you lies,
and my lies will sparkle,
become the bad stars you chart your life by.
thanks, sylphine.
stugglen stuggling I AM STUGGLING. my life is fake. la responsibility de la famille. j’imagine sue il mondo esplodera after les langues sont unitato. i want to blow my brains out.
RED SCARE.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there; I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints on snow,I am the sun on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circling flight.I am the soft star-shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there; I did not die.
