some NFTs i made.

050118

greetings. so i haven't been writing much poetry recently… or anything at all, for that matter. i guess you could say that for a while now writer's block has had me pinned down, like a pinup model crushed

dead on the edge of the road

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apparently nobody f______ cares ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ this just in: nobody f______ cares nobody cares about you nobody gives

why don't you just stop? ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ready, set, let’s do this. let’s talk about the nightmares, the kind that wake

the mountains are calling and i must go kill myself. ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ brittle sherds and shattered birds and shells of

initiate insane hallucination sequence. ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ your attention please: please don’t pay attention to me. viewer discretion advised, by the prudes and by the fools. this is your first and final

look at all the faces in the ceiling it's day outside but it's dark as the dark side of the moon inside my mind

the smallest flame flickers in whatever you want to call the sad little thing that used to burn inside me it's almost funny to feel its warmth it doesn't know about all the wind and rain coming our way

i walk into the wildest places where the only tracks around are of the animals. i surge through the undergrowth uncertainly, and recklessly, as if a searcher with a deadline to find, and yet no object

and the days drag by and turn into weeks and months and years and i don’t think this thing is ever going to let me up out of this darkness but if it ever does i'll be waiting i'll be waiting right here

mother mary make your arms outstretch above me screaming — save me from another silent night of fright good lord, as i suffocate under bedsheets of the fallen have mercy on my sleeping soul when the bomb

kick the bucket kick it kick it hard kick it harder harder kick it to bucket death kick it till your toes bleed kick it till it's red kick it hard kick it harder kick it redder bloodier kick that fucking

when in times of joy we see the pain increased what say we then to basic prospects when winter's wind blisters, chills a warm heart how can we distinguish between two offers of love i long for an eitheror

alone in the caboose i watch rain fall and railroad tracks fall back into the damp horizon. upset by the train's momentum water rushes down the window in front of me and runs across my reflected face.

waxing crescent moon above in front a highway where hopefully i'll hit an elk and die i walk into whole foods eyes wide and staring at nothing i wander through aisles as if i exist all i want is to feel

[yellow tail] because, well, there are several reasons: 1 buzzing on the last of wasmund's rye, it was only 8 p.m. 2 didn't want the liquor store guy to think i was an alcoholic [was at his store last

tears are useless falling from eyes and heart as cold as mine squeezed out like frozen poison bombs they smash like stones and crush me deeper than if never I had cried before wounds inflicted upon wounds,