In the fresh Sunday-morning air off with brisk excitement 2do his sacred duty at the meat alter.

Who is that fat man with the pinky face. And His Wife. No. No. No. He’s not married. And His Wife.

Bent and Thin

dirty little rooms

The house groaned in the unreal wind. We crept about like spiders, dirty little room to dirty little room, chewing darkly on the final scale of our shabby lives.

witches again

Your Worth Is Based On Boxes

sullen dying autumn’s wet decorum of an old man’s coat

u cannot ride shotgun because u do not know how

Tim Barrus Photography

Tim Barrus Photography

delerium

desire. have u drawn a circle around it. this will take months to fix.

How many years ago. Did we cum here.

House Party

Give me a house, and I will give you a house party the likes you will never have again.

High-Heeled Shoes With the Open Toes

Filled With Strange Dread That Sorrow Cannot Sleep

Hector is dead. There is nothing more to say.

Empty Tigers And The Sea

your private truth in the still air frost of a shrouded head

sleeping swift in cups and all the brothers, too

blue lake lake

indéfini

WE ARE THE CUNTS

I am a communist. I am a cunt. I am here to be around. You want complexity. I have none. I am a very stupid person lashing out my fingers from my cell of stones and layers and lapses in our memories od the way it used to be. Who…

And Tongue of Dog

And they would hang them from the tops of trees. Each one an anecdote. Some spots become ingrained. Others, were all you had.

Arrêtez de rouler dedans

Ce qu’ils ne vous disent pas, c’est qu’il s’agit de cette grande route que vous vouliez parcourir d’un océan à l’autre. Comme si c’était un accomplissement. Fumer de l’herbe est un accomplissement. Manger du peyotl est un accomplissement que seuls les courageux d’entre vous sont prêts à risquer. Risquez-le.

I Am A Communist

I have heard it all. Be reasonable, you haven’t yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle. Waiting for something fantastic, but it was a pipe dream. You used to believe it as a kid, then, you learned how to masturbate. Everything changed. Grab the women and the children…

Dirt Bike Town

Are You Talking 2 Me

DIRT BIKE TOWN

Whispered secrets were pulled by gravity shyly moving what everyone hoped to god was the dark sand arriving at night as if it might turn the dogwood blue.