Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts

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pain

  • Chronic

    I am chronic PAIN painted as pleasure (inhaling moon rocks, to clear the chronic smoke). I dance defiance INSIRATION my salvation (eating my paralysis) in search of chronic peace. Read more

  • Truth Bites

    A rag doll god fingers at night, he pricks me until I see the light: I will never be all right. Yes, the truth bites. But, I bite back with all my might! Read more