You are broken.

Tits and ass. Covered in cum. A body convulses in pleasure as juices flow from her mouth waiting to be caught in the taste of another. The girl begins to shiver as her legs wrap around the waist of her joy. Her moans escape in soft breaths, as the unspoken conversations tangle in her lovers benign plea.

More she whispers. More.

Geriatric Hospitals.

I feel old. Incredibly old. Its like there is this hourglass in my head dripping sand into an endless expanse. Infinite grains slipping away on some polished metal glass only to be then left unnoticed in the dunes below.

A quiet solitude left un-noticed.

Perhaps, in our heads there resides some long forgotten civilization. A place of better times covered in the thicket of the wet shit of today. Once in a while we might find the appropriate shovel and dig hard until we reach metal. It is then, I suggest that the sound reverberates of the clang and cascades down our bodies filling our eyes with the spirals we so desperately crave.

The feeling never lasts though. We always lift our tool away and sigh, our old knees giving way to cracked whispers which begin their escape once again,

Life...I saw.

Dear Kathy.

Im sorry.

I wept when you told me. I felt the darkness embrace my soul while my long tendriled tips began to reach out to choke your enemies throats. I want to murder them Kathy, I do.

I want to knaw my teeth on their soft bony throats while dark excrement pours into their beady eyes. I want to feel their soft, faint beating hearts give way to my hands squeeze. All their lifes breath caught in between my fingertip.

They destroyed your body and heart. They pillaged and maimed your burned spark. A life you lost under the gullet of man while the unanswered screams of the young child reverberated in the empty silence.

And it was only tonight that I heard your soft whimpered echo bathed heavy in the fires of Hell. You are woman's anguish lost in the scars of man.

But I tell you now, as I stride through these hallowed hallways that I hear them chant your name. Quiet woman, too afraid to speak now pulse their lips in cadenced whisper.

Wonder Woman, wonder of tales....save me....save my life...

You are strength unparalleled with stride unmatched. You are AMAZON.

This man is a brilliant man.

What Modern Art should be re-named after.

Imaginary Girl

Egotistical: A self-facination.

I started to write something about my own ego and my aspiring megalomania but then I decided that would be entirely too boring and self-convoluted. So instead, lets talk about chia pets. And how absolutely RETARDED they are.

Look, I don't care who you are but NO-ONE who maintains any semblance of sanity introduces a clay fucking dog sprouting green hair into their lives through any willful or conscious act.

I maintain, that anyone who actually buys one of these fuckers has to be either:

a) Drunk.
b) Under threat of violent act.

or

c) Incredibly high.

Infact in some cultures, green sprouted grass on the surface of any skin is often seen as a sign of strong bacterial growth looking for a way to chew your limbs off. Think about that for a second. You bought a fucking INFECTION to sit nonchalantly by your window side. Disgusting.

All in all, you chia pet "lovers" (more like losers really) need to get your lives together and start to invest in a higher grade potted plant.

Fucking nerds in this country.

I like clothes.

I own alot of them, but while pondering my wardrobe I can't help but think Im stuck in some weird time loop.
Its like im stuck between the highschool hoody phase and the gentleman with too few nice t-shirts and pants.

In conclusion: I plan to be very naked this summer.