It’s not my fault that I’m a human being…
There are no subtle momentswhen you stare at the mirrorhopingit’s been long enough that something will change on its ownImpulse…
The little boxes that hold usthat frame us likeuniversal exoskeletons
There was no way to come back from the warin one piece.Horse and carriage leftfor the bleeding of real people; Mercy…
Avoiding looking into the pool, avoiding the jealous arms of the spirits around here. Flesh that’s white though there’s no house around here…
can you imagine
being so affixed
Narcissist
You suck them dry, Medium messiah,you believe you’re a teacher, a leader,you hold yourself…
