haste
take your time time was never mine face the lie just to keep it ever in mind
July 2, 2018 · Leave a comment
Trenches
We mark graves not with blood, but with the semen of our sterile dreams. We are ashamed. They say often that we finish were we started, but no one knows … Continue reading
July 2, 2018 · Leave a comment
Vintage Veins
Do we not see the vainness with which we add filters to our cigarettes? With cleverness try to veil all that can cut the ropes of life. We mind not … Continue reading
June 21, 2018 · Leave a comment
Static Drum Beat
trust me im not suicidal its my knife that wants me dead rose petals litter the pool where monsters want to be fed bacteria lines the esophagus so we are … Continue reading
April 27, 2018 · Leave a comment
