Simmer into my little web of devolution.
Your courtesy is absolute tyranny to my solution.
In the memory of your skin, you find yourself a win.
Your mouth utters disgust, because it’s you I entrust.
Simmer into my little web of creation.
Your beauty is damnation, yet your heart lacks vibration.
In the memory of your taste, you find yourself a [...]
It’s been a lonely night for this writer.
I pour some Captain into a glass.
Cheers to being happily miserable.
I write to empty my soul, not my glass.
I played jazz on my drive home from work.
I’ve probably smiled 400 times today, and not once sincerely meant it.
I’ve wished hundreds of “good evenings” and given “thank yous” to [...]
My words are weapons. Sharp blades that slither along the synapse making their way towards the center.
The center of the mind, the aura, the being.
Everything that ends, has a beginning.
I am a reversal, a rebellion, a renowned reconnaissance route reveling rurally.
I begin with smiles and end with doubts.
I speak and you listen.
Colors and brush strokes [...]
I like that its cold in this room.
The light clicking of the keys implies words being created.
This desk is gray, the screen white.
It’s all primary.
Innate.
The computers are much like the human body.
Silent, somber, and sedated on the outside.
On the inside, vibrant, violent, and voracious.
Much like the soul, these computers contain portals to the outside world.
A [...]
