Author: K//A

Poop

Perfunctory purpose in purchase eluded all ailments

A deep depressive sleep like being on the bottom of the ocean floor. The only need was turning my head from time to time in order to stay comfortable and match the current

I couldn’t tell what annoyed me more, the thousands of dead bugs on the outside of my windshield or the one moth on the inside. It kept dancing around like that Christopher Walken music video except in a concentration camp or battlefield…

She wears slight pain in pastel

All the old devils sway with such a consistency that there is no surprise in torture. This is the common table laid before us.

Crescent shoe to circle tread all for a notion to be elsewhere. Mask on mask on mask

Before the stars, know your heart.

A sea of static and dead flies. I’ve gone to farm the sound.

 

Pair this with a cold, sickly before the sun. My mind and heart, a high from self defeating intelligence to grieve art. I miss

Tempted by grey breeze elsewhere I find at my loft the waft of manure.

The window opened is an apex of parking.

But that fucking cupcake was amazing

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