Only Entertainment

I’m not bored enoughfor the pile of gray rocksI’ve crumbled intoto reshape themselvesand have a look around. Still the pebbles vibrateon the wooden floorfrom all the noiseoutside from everybody’sfeed. There’s almost no roomto walk with all the amplifiersgrowing to the point of passingtowers in their heights. Or the big screens glowingover all the moonlightin a […]

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Shreds

My eyes are dry like a red skyand I am trying to stay up for youand be here. Your naked hipis like a hillsidein my memoryI am standing atthe summit ofwatching stars fall. Inside all the time,the cold groundand the endless shadeaway from me. I cut up picturesand mix them inthe cereal boxesnot yet shippedfrom […]

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Barstow

I get out of the wasabicolored carand step in bloodthat’s formed a puddlein the parking lot. She looks at me througha first floor windowand unbuttons a fewbuttons on her shirt.Her first question is aboutthe liquor which I hold upas she askswhile she puts ice cubesin some plastic cupsand joins me at the tableall rooms come […]

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Return or Lack Thereof

The blue towel hung therelike a ghost over the white doorwhile the mirror fogged.I was stressed out shittingin a hurry while the numbers changed,on the alarm clock. My windshield was covered in rainthe whole way and based on the radiothat’s how the whole day would continue. When I got there I adjusted my ball capunder […]

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Monarch of the Insecure and Hopeless

I wasn’t thinking about picturesback crushing cansinto the smallest surfaces possibleI was watching for goldin the gravel. I wanted to melt it downand dip my teeth in it.Taste some metal that is soft enoughto chew through. I wanted to kill copsand all their undeserved authorityand navy blue retardationwhile driving fast to catch othersdriving fast so […]

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Her Day

She bit her black nailswhile she daydreamedof old losersand the sorenessshe’d been searching forforever. She bought her gray houndticket cash and broughther only bag of clothesout where the luggage goes. Her greatest role models were arsonistsfrom the outskirts of Nevada,but she had outgrown all thosesilly dreams for quiet ones. She ran away from home after […]

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Rarity

Her neck was cold that dayand the moment that I kissed ither whole essence morphed intoa tunnel right in front of me. It was the kind of tunnel with a paved roadand lights along it’s cornersyou would drive throughon your way into a city. After absorbing the miraclein the orange park I startedjogging down the […]

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