

telescope sunglassesthe genuine reflections of organized existencetelescope sunglasses
your skin's just
an excuse
to see stars breathe
a union of verse impressed upon the proper
principles of un- disciplined disciples
we're space gone crazy
all atoms juggling
in frequency
frequently
the galaxy inside of me
wants to figure itself out
completely
from dust to dusk returned


Trespasses.When she looked up, the sky was grey, brackish with rusts and oily browns. The clouds hung low-- soggy, waterlogged creatures too heavy to float in such liquid oxygens. The greenish cast of the supposed sun scattered its debris across the ailing landscape. There was nothing here. Nothing. A path cut through, regardless. Like someone would be traveling out here along this unsung road of broken glass, tetanus wire, and rotten wood.Trespasses.
But she was. That's where she stood, her breath caught between two fence posts. Weak and overworked, the curve of her spine wilted into the weight and drag of her endless walk. She left no footstep


a heavy parchment envelope.Know all men by these present that I, Adrien St. Croix, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare the following to be my Last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all Wills made by me at any time heretofore.a heavy parchment envelope.
This Will is not the standard. This is not the meat of cookie cut legal fodder. No potato, vegetable, or other filler present for my lawyer to consume. This is for you all, my closest comrades, companions, and, dare I say, friends. This will never be seen by anyone. I hope it's never seen by you. But if these words are leaving your lips then I'm afraid that I have fallen on these to say


the loraxyou, spider with convulsive compulsions, youthe lorax
cannot teach the rain to sing, the moon to fly,
or the walls to listen.
when the moon breaks wings from its back,
and the rain hums twelve-bars, and the
walls murmur condolences,
we are fire-ridden; we are wonderous; we might be androids.
it's been two months and we are left cutting away dead
limbs and cancerous fringes like we're trees and scalpels, inhuman and mournfully undying.
salt falls into the dirt, choking daisies
and breaking daffodil necks. what can you
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If I'm to fall
Would you be there to applaud?
Or would you hide behind them all?
'Cause if I were to go
In my heart you'll grow
And that's where you belong.
Oasis
xo!
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