the ivory mask

We are both from broken-homes: mine was built intentionally from bits of things (defensively), and yours took form organically over years and years, the way that nails grow, but wildly and ghastly to entomb you. What is A Glass House and an Ivory Tower? My Glass House is a greenhouse, too, and I can interact … More the ivory mask

Lita Grabs Glory

      Lita walks slowly down the alley, and walks into a townhouse. The townhouse shines in gleeful Glory, and Lita shuffles inside. As she pushes the doors apart, she sees the glimmer of a thousand glories. She thinks to herself of Heaven, and grabs a chunk of garish Glory. It melts in her hands, … More Lita Grabs Glory

an idiot’s dreams 

Finally my dreams have started up again. But they’re so lame: an idiot’s dreams. Anyone could envision these things. Two nights ago, I dreamed a mundane occurrence that had already occurred. What does that confirm? Is there some sort of secret lesson to learn by living the most boring moment 2x? Like the Virtue of … More an idiot’s dreams 

the laughing 

Dust mites  seem right,  because they eat what the dead shed. But they leave allergens/  cause allergic reactions; biological toxins. Tiny dusty arachnids… I’m a distraction trying to function. It’s not so simple. My mind’s all disrupted from always reacting. Even in sleep, just within dreams: always reacting. A fucking reaction. Hey, have you ever … More the laughing 

the thorn trees

Torn by thorn tips because we dragged each other through thorn-trees, always with the intention of torture. With us, that war was necessary. Although it was done amateur and chaotially. The result is we’re beyond the unresolved sadistic intentions to inflict misery. But now we’re caught up    in a thorn-tree. I guess fucking angels … More the thorn trees

as bulbs go

I detest the stress of this mess and only want what’s best. But I’m a guest–my observations are incorrect and everyone is on the defense: pretending that we’re friends. Who instilled this climate of social paranoia in the sad and disenfranchised rest? Eyes are meant to shine and vie for life: always madder for more … More as bulbs go