i met god on the beach today, about three years old

ruin your fucking self before they do

dreams of a daughter

eternal summer

after attaining enlightenment i find it so completely so severely utterly boring

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind cannot bear very much reality. // T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there is no way out there…

dear chicken museum

because even an atheist will pray when the sky's falling

run- on haiku love devotion divorce

one lecture draft and journal entry onerously acquired through oneiromancy