the yin & yang of yawn

sublime pollutants

false starts may engender true ends

found an echo and canyoned

preying on your temerity

Your constant concern can't hold a candle to my eternal apathy

Frequently the problem is not failing to the see the forest for the trees but just failing

anything to release the prison from his head

she had glamorous whorls

He collapsed in housewares, forgetting all history isn’t a fuse

Egoless sacks of babymass

maybe she has hurt enough to feel nothing

being lost is all that’s left when we’re all born losers

even Jonny Quest needed a reason to stay animated

it ends endlessly or it constantly quits

a fist embracing the wide world

one line punched to a point

a press kit of divinity