#wingnuttery

It’s pretty bad. Terrible, actually.

imperfect parameter impartial bias the moon is dead the sun is queer shaped like 3 rolling inwards collapsing

a hideous approach the mirror cut jagged triangles the stubble on my chin the edge of forever all dances back too drunk

done and did them doings of a higher dude

dragged and drugged drudging down the drain

cum on the rising wind

unwindin jungles in hard shafts undoin the did- nothings of the year

twelve bad moons rising from 'neath your blankets

I made a list on the bucket we use to collect our piss

I pulled hair out of thin air I saw through my teeth and nothing scared me ever again

I wrote your name in the snow, in the corner where the animals go

plans disintegrate like cities in the sun

the giant little ants crawlin why don't know what for