fortunate are the dead, that they don't believe the lies of the living- else, the graveyards too may fill, with money and malice.
Hello Blue Moon! Will I see you next Sunday at the edge of another Monday? In a maddening way you’ll miss my voice your annoying rhythms syncing to my surprise at seeing your name on my ambient phone screen appropriately enough two blue ticks- a welcome presence for a blue bird looking to nest inside… Continue reading Hello Blue Moon!
One more day wasted in the display of how time managed to look good while running away from me and from everyone else living in the same delusion as me I crank up the AC I crank up the heat but I don't feel different I don't feel the need to rip away at my… Continue reading Proper reason to pity myself