pilgrim's progress

gnashing my teeth, like a child of cain if this is a prison, i’m willing to buy my own chain

but i can’t remember the sound that you found for me

duct tape and soldered wires new words for old desires

right in the fuckin feels

for all the things i’m losing, i might as well resign myself to try to make a change

I believe in a house in the clouds and God’s got his dead friends round He’s painted all the walls in read to remind them they’re all dead

- Tom Robbins

This is my safe house in the hurricane Here is where my love lays, 200 treasured bones This is my warmth behind the Cold War This is what I’m living for, forever coming home Here’s to the room I can rest in The door I’ve always opened, never to be closed You as my horizon line, the star I navigate by Takes me back to hold 200 perfect bones

80s power ballad binge and i won’t apologize

i think you might be harboring a heartache i think you might be crying when i’m gone

one of your eyes is always half shut something happened when you were a kid i didn't know you then and i'll never understand why it feels like i did

i know that you’re sorry, i just don’t care

slipped disc in the spine of community

so much of the time, i am speculation, snark, and argument