poesy. possibly.

it doesn’t want a title

how to drown on dry land

channeling lava

finally

psychosocial nudism

words and pictures

bad teenage poetry corner

::four:: what this will be

::three:: what this was

::two:: what this isn’t

note: you will either want to turn yoru speakers up, or down. me? i turn them up.

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  • i kick the habit, shed my skin 2003

    i change what i can change (easily). i control what can be controlled (if it...

  • the word is circumlocutory 2003

    this started out with every intention of becoming yet another fetching, feckless rant of the...