Are you a relic or a heathen? Understanding the complexities are often misleading In a world so packed that the grain becomes invisible Comprehending air becomes a product of the individual So infidel try me; clock time through the looking glass Suicide find me; Beat the breath that took the class And ask the last straw if its ready to pull the...Learn More

This blacktop has become a hot grill in the ever cringing gaze of father sun and a beast of sorts in what little remains sprawls itself across it The metal armor only swerves around as I stare I only wish I owned a pool at this moment So that I would own a pool skimmer So that I could assemble this memory Cranium askew and tissue twisted and...Learn More