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i think that there are less writers less creators less poets less imaginaries, than ever before. synthetic serotonin changing our brains making us happier or at least docile. in decades… Continue reading
i think that there are less writers less creators less poets less imaginaries, than ever before. synthetic serotonin changing our brains making us happier or at least docile. in decades… Continue reading
they say the grass is always greener on the other side. but beneath that grass the things you don’t see dirt, rot, bugs, worms, death, shit, decomposition, bones, old family… Continue reading
your hips feel so good against me it’s as if they were made to fit my hands places formed perfectly for my fingers to rest the steep slope down to… Continue reading
life is so depressing and death so permeant what is one to do? what is one to think? how does one go on? pills prescriptions robotic feelings that must be… Continue reading
the wisest man I ever met by Matt Wall sleep would not come darkness did cold surrounded me I wrapped up beneath the blanket tossed, turned, groaned, drooled it wasn’t… Continue reading
Paris by Matt Wall the Eiffel Tower. it stands large and erect. I want to say that it looms. looms. but most would look at it and say, magical. majestic…. Continue reading
Suicides for Christmas by Matt Wall The woman on the phone said, “Behavioral Health Center”. “Yes,” I said. “I’m really fucked up, I need to see a doctor.” “I’m afraid… Continue reading
1. Don’t listen to anything anyone ever has to say. 2. Now because you read 1. most people would should stop reading, but since you are obviously a glutton for… Continue reading
You fucking idiots You did it Do you remember Way back when The 80s and 90s Could have even been before All you activists Stood and shouted Before twitter When… Continue reading