(photo by author)

there is something down below. made of lead and numb. in me and far from here.

bear the darkness with me, won’t you my friend, my compatriot, my sworn enemy, whom I want to bash, with a brick, a bigger thomas brick, a brick of satisfying hatred, passion, and necessity.

this is not hate fuck anger

this is knife cut anger

it is mythology

it is bifurcated mind

it is descartes fucked by dogs in hell