It's Always Raining

you wake up feeling like a freshly peeled wound, thirsting to squeeze some profundity from your first words, but it’s usually jest for the s...

in a room temperature world in a valley, in the sun, we were destroyed & born & born again w/ frenzied infatuation & golden good...

the world might change its wicked ways on a clear, bright morning in November, if the sea is calm & ready and the satellites are perfect...

death is a living, breathing dragon for these old ladies & their purple jackets who wear their hair like helmets and polyester like body...

the television burns her heart hollow with holographic campaigns & subversive schemes vs. nature. her mind suffers some phantom discomfo...

in another universe, there is gravity between colors, and another sun that shines in on itself. galaxies that have never known mystery, peo...