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i can’t explain myself and the effort feels wasted anyway no more than me that night i thought delirium and joy were the same thing and he laughed at how i panicked through my high and it hurt somewhere deep inside i couldn’t find the next morning we feel the ugliest things in empty grey beds

your poem is exhausting dense and complex a dozen swiss watches in a bucket of melted butter

When god closes a door he sometimes also sets the building on fire.

Blasting my foes with weaponized moonbeams

"It feels good to let Me in." You are food here. I am a blender made of teeth, and dreams.

The god monster we deserve.

Contemplating the spheres, as is my solemn duty

It's not drinking alone when you have multiple personality disorder

he sharehold my value til I market cap

my daughters keep publishing celebrated works of fiction and then succumbing to consumption. im down to just the least talented one

You can smoke over the kitchen sink while your rice is cooking. Have to be up in six hours, but they won't stop you. You can live your horrible little life.

Priest-General leading our war clade's punitive army, looking at the massive chunks of vat-engineered meat sinking into the spawning pool: This was meant to be a new god for them. Today we slew not just flesh, but hope. Me, gacked out of my mind on that thing's cerebrospinal fluid: Yeah, buddy!

So you want me to build a runoff system for your moxie to protect the town's ego from potential structural damage? Sorry, I put up some I'm ok I guess gutters one time and squirrels didn't really believe it

(chatting up the group of kids circling me on their bikes) so like, what’re your favorite terpenes

Can I interest you in a bowl of the pallid grey nutrient slurry that I harvest from the cow-sized insect that lives in my basement?

bird garden

i'm an oiled soul

Ronald McDonald is a clown but he doesn’t really do clown shit he’s more a guy who likes that look

You notice how difficult it is to write a post without it being replicated in some small way? It’s because we are all linked, like mycelium. We are a collective machine, slowly hurtling through space and time while trying to make sense of everything; but it all makes no sense but don’t panic, okay??

I add a secret, fourth bean to my three bean casserole