buy me a burgerphone and call me juno (adventures in making a human)

A small poem about dying and bones and lies.

A poem written during my less happier moments and finished during less said happier moments.

polyethylene

Grammar is important. But poems dont always use proper Grammar. My thoughts on the subject.

Working under the Director of the Peace, pursuing the most dangerous criminals in the Republic, was a dream come true for Melissa Blair. However she quickly realized that stopping the worst of the worst was not as simple as she'd imagined.

A depressing haiku

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and we'd sputter-speed down empty freeways toward arizona or new york or iowa cornfields, and we'd pass by gasoline stations all sad and dark and oil refineries all sad and bright and motels all sad and lonely

their lives are violent in their beauty.

from the girl with dreamer's eyes.

darling, we are all adrenaline and paper cuts and raw electricity shudder-craving solar eclipses. stand here on the precipice of insanity and fall with me.