Grandiose Delusions

Guy Fieri did not struggle for years just to have people wear flame tees ‘ironically.’ 

~want 2 live in a brutalist building & hide 4evr~

I live in a vesicle in which delirium is the only thing I am familiar with.

One thing I know about death is that it touches my psyche and mumbles in her magnificently unknown words; it floats within me and wanders through my bones every day.

I generously hand out food pellets for chaos to follow. 

I lost everyone I have ever ‘loved’ and I lost myself during the process. 

That is what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you should not worry — poetry is still first. Cigarettes and alcohol follow.

My mind is poisoned by the thought of you.