iamhipparchiaDay 2 — searchingThe coldest of the kings are sleeping inside my mind, my violent mind. It’s going to numb it all. Peering and peeking at it’s contents has…Dec 26, 2021Dec 26, 2021
iamhipparchiaDay 1 — BuzzJust screams over and beyond the precipice, drenched in fiery repulsion because I’m repugnant and not in the revolutionary sense.Dec 25, 2021Dec 25, 2021
iamhipparchiaPrelude — that’s whyI am frightened, frightened that there is one, there is self, there is me these days.Dec 25, 2021Dec 25, 2021
iamhipparchiatrack 7the seasons change as our Prada things go out of style (need money to buy more, i’m at the casino to get more) the seasons change when…Jun 16, 2021Jun 16, 2021
iamhipparchiaan enquiry: the false identity of myths — pt 1“who and where is truth?”Aug 30, 2020Aug 30, 2020
iamhipparchiaat this time, ink is pointlessshe used an empty pen to write her name on her name tag.Jul 4, 2020Jul 4, 2020
iamhipparchiaA narrative: Indoctrination“ There are Kids eating words Kids in high heels Kids under passion’s thumbJun 25, 2020Jun 25, 2020
iamhipparchiathe un-complextioni am saddened while we are saddened while you are not.Jun 1, 2020Jun 1, 2020
