the amoral compass
those things you shouldn’t do which you casually do the landscape your drive through the moments you survive through you can’t claim a stock in
find a way
gotta find a way to praise on the darkest of days i was the son, here are my rays don’t think about when the weave
billed or build
build contradictions in the same space and stuff the ghosts in behind the same face and claim that there is no trace of the path
One Problem Reflected In Broken Mirror
It is funny that you sometimes work out the techniques that you need to navigate a certain maze, and then you look at and fail
Story Engine
If a story were an engine I would be able to listen to it and tell you where the error in the running was located.
the freedom in the flaw
the way you remember the story the way you wrap the gift the glass smoothed out in longshore drift some former glory something from the
Fleas On The Fleece
All the hypnotic sheeple rotated around the supermarket as the muzak seeped into them and turned their bones to jelly. They leaked a small amount
Flyer Flies
He was hung upside down above this latest little poster he had designed, hanging by Grip-Tips fastened firmly into the concrete. There was an Own-Drone
hung in a pause
the worst lies we tell are to ourselves knelt in an ebbtide; a coastal shelf hung out beyond the tread water point where swimming is