At last, all my years of social distancing training have paid off…
The Sea, the Sea
If the sea could dream, and if the sea
were dreaming now, the dream
would be the usual one: Of the Flesh.
The letter written in the dream would go
something like: Forgive me—love, Blue.
–Carl Phillips…
The Nightrider
These are the kind of messages my old friends send to me:
“I’m a fuel injected suicide machine. I am the rocker, I am the roller, I am the out-of-controller!”…
Take my picture
When you look in the mirror and see only death, be relieved that at least the reaper isn’t fat. At the very least.…
Rise
“What does that mean?”
“I have no idea. It’s just gibberish.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjffIi2Pl7M…