yeh i was in the trenches

i’ve woken up naked in the woods covered in blood at least thrice and never once have i thought, “bro am i a werewolf??”

pissing into the small trough of MFA candidates i keep buried up to the neck in my garden

postmodernromanticfascguerillahoc

best book never written

it feels unfair that someone gets to be the lead graphic designer of a tee shirt company walk into a meeting and say “aight so.. on the front chest? a lil quail. and on, hear me out, the back? big ass chicken. some chinese shit too.” and he makes $150,000 but he was right

well i’ve relapsed

getting sober: 🐕➡️🦮 iykyk

is josh still alive?

oopsies, got cozy again 🤷

i planted a bomb

dreams crack and fade into memories

the cashier made me nervous. i nodded a lot. i said “thank you for your service” and he laughed. and i put that laugh in my pocket, for later, when i’ll need it.

from the brush to the bath tub

scrubbing my blood out of the tile and porcelain and grout, thinking i had cleaned up my mistake only to go and switch the light off — 🫩

are people this truly insanely fucking stupid was this not public knowledge are people dense we had the cia induced crack epidemic, opioid crisis, mk ultra, the psychedelic induced degeneration of the far left, people getting burned and turned and left on suboxone forever??

i missed my diagonal grilled cheeses

seroquel and nightmares

frog and lily