Painless Peace

Last night I masturbated to the sound of the seconds ticking on a clock.

Forces Of Sanctity

what's so hard to understand?
i smile at the sky and cry in the sand

Making Sense In The Morning

How I Feel About Today. By Yasmin Muckacock. The news shouldn't talk to me like that. Stop reeling this information with such a smug indifference or neutral position and tone. A hurricane is taking over headlines right now. They're basically telling me to run for my fucking life. How am I to process this without the proper consolation from the empathetic information source? Should I go to work? Please say no. By God, I hope the president of the powerhouse orders me not to go to work.

Gregor Samsa mentality. But fuck, dude, it's a violent hurricane we gots a'comin. It's going to be impossible to get to work. On top of not sleeping, I believe I may pass out or experience symptoms of unbearability. Jobs that need you to be sexy do not need you to be uncomfortable, unless you're in an amateur porn and you're supposed to look shy and curious.

Another problem with the media: POP DIVAS.

PEEBODY.

does anybody know what day it is anymore
i cannot save myself

Medusa's Orchard

not numb to what you say
covering my body molding me in clay
blood soaking the stone
kisses licked living fruition tear stained
permeable skin liquid shirt
rowboat in Rhode Island
galled rip current surfing

What do you think you'd be called if you were stuck on a map?