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Ignore the writing on the wall. I'm just a silly lil guy
I’ll asphyxiate on the words I never spoke, words that were simply too slow to come out.
October 27, 2025 at 5:48 AM
I’ll asphyxiate on the words I never spoke, words that were simply too slow to come out.
Sleep kept at bay by future obituaries and forgotten letters, because time can’t fly forward if my eyes never close.
October 27, 2025 at 5:43 AM
Sleep kept at bay by future obituaries and forgotten letters, because time can’t fly forward if my eyes never close.
We just wait. Wait for things to change for us or for our enemies and fears to die in the interim. Too long a slave to simple promises and sweet sounds that disguise the blade we raise against our own throats. Return to nothing, the default state. It truly was just a lovely, short lived dream anyway
August 15, 2025 at 5:42 AM
We just wait. Wait for things to change for us or for our enemies and fears to die in the interim. Too long a slave to simple promises and sweet sounds that disguise the blade we raise against our own throats. Return to nothing, the default state. It truly was just a lovely, short lived dream anyway
It sneaks in through the chaos of the night, attacking places deemed too safe to guard. Doubt turned on its head becomes the very path of infiltration to ruin. Tale as old as time returns to rest its bones, to lie in wait for the cycle to begin again. There’s no defense for what’s inevitable.
August 15, 2025 at 5:37 AM
It sneaks in through the chaos of the night, attacking places deemed too safe to guard. Doubt turned on its head becomes the very path of infiltration to ruin. Tale as old as time returns to rest its bones, to lie in wait for the cycle to begin again. There’s no defense for what’s inevitable.
Beware convenient conclusions
August 9, 2025 at 8:50 PM
Beware convenient conclusions
Why do I always feel like I’m too much and never enough?
July 20, 2025 at 6:22 AM
Why do I always feel like I’m too much and never enough?
Blow the high-rises sky high and return back to dust. This artificial, enigmatic game we play separates us from all else, and we lose because of it. What good is perpetuating these frivolous, fleeting cycles when we refuse to open our eyes?
July 20, 2025 at 6:12 AM
Blow the high-rises sky high and return back to dust. This artificial, enigmatic game we play separates us from all else, and we lose because of it. What good is perpetuating these frivolous, fleeting cycles when we refuse to open our eyes?
I’m never the one to balance the scales. I simply shift weights and pray for favor. The scales were never mine to own anyway.
July 20, 2025 at 6:04 AM
I’m never the one to balance the scales. I simply shift weights and pray for favor. The scales were never mine to own anyway.
Knew it was all too big of a gamble, racking up lifetime debt with only a part time job. I thought the money would go farther, but they always said you can’t buy happiness. Who will be left to suffer the consequences now that the novelty’s faded? Just me and the bank lender, a match made in heaven.
July 20, 2025 at 5:55 AM
Knew it was all too big of a gamble, racking up lifetime debt with only a part time job. I thought the money would go farther, but they always said you can’t buy happiness. Who will be left to suffer the consequences now that the novelty’s faded? Just me and the bank lender, a match made in heaven.
I know better I do better I forget I crash I repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat
July 13, 2025 at 9:43 AM
I know better I do better I forget I crash I repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat
All my singles come as doubles.
June 8, 2025 at 7:48 AM
All my singles come as doubles.
Frozen in time or mutated in an instant or anything in between. Anything is possible, it seems.
June 8, 2025 at 7:41 AM
Frozen in time or mutated in an instant or anything in between. Anything is possible, it seems.
Collect us like cards, just to put in the attic. It’ll surely grow in value over time, it just needs to sit. You miss the summers baking our print into the protective cover, the mildew that turns our sturdiness to mush. We’ve been buried, we just didn’t know it yet. The time for mourning has passed.
June 1, 2025 at 9:49 AM
Collect us like cards, just to put in the attic. It’ll surely grow in value over time, it just needs to sit. You miss the summers baking our print into the protective cover, the mildew that turns our sturdiness to mush. We’ve been buried, we just didn’t know it yet. The time for mourning has passed.
Some days I feel the energy taking shape in my hand. Any tool I need is at my fingertips. I can conquer the night.
Other days, I get distracted while playing with it. I go in for a hug and I feel comfort that I’m not the first to let go. The energy wears me and I become the tool, one that breaks
Other days, I get distracted while playing with it. I go in for a hug and I feel comfort that I’m not the first to let go. The energy wears me and I become the tool, one that breaks
June 1, 2025 at 9:37 AM
Some days I feel the energy taking shape in my hand. Any tool I need is at my fingertips. I can conquer the night.
Other days, I get distracted while playing with it. I go in for a hug and I feel comfort that I’m not the first to let go. The energy wears me and I become the tool, one that breaks
Other days, I get distracted while playing with it. I go in for a hug and I feel comfort that I’m not the first to let go. The energy wears me and I become the tool, one that breaks
What is ownership?
What is commitment?
What is truth?
What is left? When it all becomes lies?
What is the point?
What is commitment?
What is truth?
What is left? When it all becomes lies?
What is the point?
June 1, 2025 at 9:32 AM
What is ownership?
What is commitment?
What is truth?
What is left? When it all becomes lies?
What is the point?
What is commitment?
What is truth?
What is left? When it all becomes lies?
What is the point?
Oceanic void, island of silence, some call it the abyss of bliss, I can’t call it anymore
Float or drown, nothingness takes you regardless
Watch the shining stars on the way down, the convenient eye grabber to make the medicine go down
Wash up as something else: could be sand, could be Tom Hanks
Float or drown, nothingness takes you regardless
Watch the shining stars on the way down, the convenient eye grabber to make the medicine go down
Wash up as something else: could be sand, could be Tom Hanks
June 1, 2025 at 9:31 AM
Oceanic void, island of silence, some call it the abyss of bliss, I can’t call it anymore
Float or drown, nothingness takes you regardless
Watch the shining stars on the way down, the convenient eye grabber to make the medicine go down
Wash up as something else: could be sand, could be Tom Hanks
Float or drown, nothingness takes you regardless
Watch the shining stars on the way down, the convenient eye grabber to make the medicine go down
Wash up as something else: could be sand, could be Tom Hanks
Prick the pin cushion and watch it bleed out.
May 14, 2025 at 6:38 AM
Prick the pin cushion and watch it bleed out.
My god is fickle, my god is bare. There is no penance or mercy, neither needed nor offered. My god lives in the rays and shadows but is always out of sight. My god seeks release. It only comes in shades of empty.
May 14, 2025 at 6:35 AM
My god is fickle, my god is bare. There is no penance or mercy, neither needed nor offered. My god lives in the rays and shadows but is always out of sight. My god seeks release. It only comes in shades of empty.
Dreams are becoming advertisements, mental smoke breaks but still reminders of the path beaten down to hell by the endless trodding and whistling sins. Stepping forward, standing still, walking backwards, collapsing. It’s all the same shit.
May 14, 2025 at 6:29 AM
Dreams are becoming advertisements, mental smoke breaks but still reminders of the path beaten down to hell by the endless trodding and whistling sins. Stepping forward, standing still, walking backwards, collapsing. It’s all the same shit.
I receive such lovely surprises: visits from old friends with new wounds, old wounds with new friends. It’s all the same shit.
The interludes break up the monotony but the melody stays the same. Curse the ear worm burrowing further into my being. Curse it all. I don’t need you to dance anymore.
The interludes break up the monotony but the melody stays the same. Curse the ear worm burrowing further into my being. Curse it all. I don’t need you to dance anymore.
May 14, 2025 at 6:23 AM
I receive such lovely surprises: visits from old friends with new wounds, old wounds with new friends. It’s all the same shit.
The interludes break up the monotony but the melody stays the same. Curse the ear worm burrowing further into my being. Curse it all. I don’t need you to dance anymore.
The interludes break up the monotony but the melody stays the same. Curse the ear worm burrowing further into my being. Curse it all. I don’t need you to dance anymore.
Graveyard, nursery, hospital, school, club, chemical plant, abandoned.
May 14, 2025 at 6:19 AM
Graveyard, nursery, hospital, school, club, chemical plant, abandoned.
Where do our souls reside when we leave our bodies and minds to drift? At the very least, they chase gravity’s grasp.
May 14, 2025 at 6:15 AM
Where do our souls reside when we leave our bodies and minds to drift? At the very least, they chase gravity’s grasp.
In the age of lightspeed, would you still buy last year’s calendar? Or even this years?
May 14, 2025 at 6:13 AM
In the age of lightspeed, would you still buy last year’s calendar? Or even this years?
I’ve borrowed your chills, your death. You’ve taken my life, my warmth. Please tell me, are we now nothing together? Did it take us parting to rebalance the scales? I suppose that’s for me to answer now. Welcome and goodbye again.
May 5, 2025 at 5:57 AM
I’ve borrowed your chills, your death. You’ve taken my life, my warmth. Please tell me, are we now nothing together? Did it take us parting to rebalance the scales? I suppose that’s for me to answer now. Welcome and goodbye again.
People are lovely.
April 17, 2025 at 1:02 AM
People are lovely.