quartz river bed

Recent words

makes your head dip and roll quickly back into place while your eyes look at your scalp

Entropy on two legs

Susceptible to democracy

No one, not one, none

What you see when you look

Oh, and flowers too

God and the things he does

what you do when it sinks in this deeply

I'd always walk. I'd sell my car.

Drown me in the ocean. And I don't mean that I wade into it to be slowly enveloped in the waves, lungs eventually full of salt water as I drift along bloated, suspended thirty feet below the surface, dead and beautiful. I mean right there at the shoreline, shove my face into the saturated sand, three inches of water, while I try flailing and fail to defend myself, two hands and all of your weight on the back of my head, submerged up to my ears before I've had enough sand to black out.

the deifying sensation of firing a gun, maybe it's permanent

Serendipitous violence

craves dementia

Shoes, abandoned