Mad is the only great, Useless the only beauty. Personality is the border between souls. Agenda-less dance.

Personality is the border between souls. Personality is the cutter on the cookie dough.

I am both brush and painting.

driving navigating turn bridge barricade (pipes) all over bridge drive through lights in canyon below mesas lit up barricade to keep secret keep driving on bridge S. sees sign for ‘heaven’ turns towards it car goes through barrier, falling into canyon keeps falling, stone/brick wall getting closer no end car now a train i’m in […]

Q: Is this an early dinner? A: Every dinner is an early dinner. Night is limitless.

What did everyone do after I left? Tell me everything. Fill in the gaps. Seep into my empty spaces. Pour it all out So I miss nothing.

This campus, this hill, is now a foggy ghost land. The universe is shut out tonight. I can now have my blurry intimacy with the immediate acre. Happy zombies are heard chattering down the hill, into the parking lot. No sound escapes into the atmosphere. Lambent, locked university buildings that I wander lonesome among, you […]

After years of experiencing it, the horror that is existence has permeated my soul. A few nights ago I had an especially bleak dream. Bottles lined up in a row on a windowsill, and me wafting from room to room to the kitchen with the window, looking at the bottles, facing the plain horror of […]

I am an artist. My medium is thought.

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