i'll let you know when i get there

I was cruising through the day, feeling good and productive, when allasudden WHAM, I got grumpy and hated people. so abruptly, too. like a hiccup or a pothole.

quiet now, discouragement the futility of his efforts attempted tottering tempered bouts that melted into one another and, melting, did not break but grew daring and reckless, a feeling held away from her and the strains reached them heavy. She had not lost herself. but, in realizing power, she had fallen overestimating her strength. there was no weight of wonder in solitude swim out away from her unaccustomed vision sleep lightly swam swum

lolita in the backseat so still if you don't look, you almost forget she's there taciturn by choice i am not sure she has a voice at all. shield those eyes, lollipop, because they are everywhere. impossible to tell, really, which are just shadows in the brake light and which are the true forms to fear. what we need here is an amplification of muffled sobs a new leaf what we fear here is here what we need here is a slow crawl to some redemption altar alternative where we bloody up in sacrifice and stumble away with the weight of freedom on our breath. what we need here is public profession and a community of watchers. what we need here is fear here is here it is time to learn a life of unlearning stretching out in fake yawns-- so bored. so eager. eternal youth strapped in and aided by blind drivers. even the syllables smolder. we make symbols out of people and we choose not to use our words. some other art in the backseat and silent. what ...

a collection of quiet deaths poison sought poison found lacing everything in its wake

what happens when novelty goes? when walking out of a room is expected and unseen? growing pains like i never had but who knows what's even happened here? the evidence is gone. find yourself forever. crawl out of the window. look for a knife and an eraser. hear your voice in the echoes of the screams from the alley.

In the beginning was THE ABSURD, and THE ABSURD was made flesh and the flesh did obnoxious things like put bumper stickers on cars & pierced their genitals & wore high heels & cheated on tests (rather obviously)& on more than one occasion (accidently) donated important and irreplacable items to goodwill. & the flesh spoke in passive aggressive codes as little (pathetic) cries for attention & ignored rules (when it was convenient) & judged others for ignoring rules (when it was convenient) & refused to eat leftovers & pooped itself for a year or two (daily and without apology) & spent a good deal of late adulthood fearing the very same act & picked at blemishes until they bled & acted phony on dates & sometimes through whole marriages & ignored phone calls & sent money to random companies to buy vitamins for people on tv & took really long showers despite water shortages or people waiting & wiped boo...