heaven is a collection agency

i sleep with the blanket half drawn over my head so that the spider priests cannot whisper their hymns into the sanctuary of my ears. under the lace and cloth which shrouds my bed like a fabric womb, i dream of houses filled with scattered remains of clot…

a father's approval is unattainable. it's a symptom of my catholic upbringing to believe that suffering is a meaningful act. yelling, screaming, loudness, is a sign of weakness, powerlessness, or loss of control in the being from which the sound originate…

what were your last thoughts as your friend's car went careening into a plane tree?

existence without purpose, what's the point?

brain dripping, now i'm tripping on a stupid acid vision when i wish i'm with you all consumed with acid vision sick of these indescribably holy feelings i couldn't possibly convey to another human soul, like i want to take the emotion from me and place it

there has been nothing of human design which has brought me to my knees with tears the way nature and animals have. no structure or ____, only creative human pursuits created through love, and not the greed for money. the poetry of baudelaire, songs writt…

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