Monthly Archives: December 2013
Ripped
I’m thinking of tearing you down; you’re little more than paper poster covering up old and dirty walls. I’m thinking of the white, hot, chewing sound of bookflesh when it’s pulled from its binding. I’m thinking of destroying you in … Continue reading
Didn't
Sometimes it doesn’t happen. Damned if you do — I would say more but then again I wouldn’t have to speak if I could just rip open my head and let it all spill out in colorful pictures. It wouldn’t … Continue reading
Didn’t
Sometimes it doesn’t happen. Damned if you do — I would say more but then again I wouldn’t have to speak if I could just rip open my head and let it all spill out in colorful pictures. It wouldn’t … Continue reading