my friend the collector

who performs the labor of discovering
new gems and timeless classics

a sentimental window
waiting to be discovered

Clean with Me Vlog Style
to make life run a little smoother

the enemy is everywhere
free thrown ceramics
illy coffee
rich and aromatic
prepared in its purest form

vanilla sugar petals
endless buttercream

tear it
with my teeth

Presence is suffocating
Where one cannot leave
In fear of entering another

For this you must
Wake before the dawn
Or far far afterwards
Survive against the current
By living nocturnal

Your train car will be littered with
coffee cups
Briefcases
And hats
As you prepare to tuck in
To a delicious rest

is so so plush
i like to sink in
fill my legs to the knees in this thick skin rug
faking relaxation into the folds
anything to be embalmed
 really
consumption is soft after ive been tight in the chest
Trying to to
Relearn how breathing is done
i saw all my blood in my own eyes
and couldnt

handle the weight of her cavalier words
remember how we gutted the frog
and looked at the mechanics of the sheeps pupil
the rush of air into the frontal to sends me
reeling

motion lingers in the body
i get out of my car like
when the ocean moves inside you
and your mouth tastes like popcorn

monthly payments
budgeting
that's what managing ur life is all about

the car still moves inside me

shopping forms over and over again
1-888-frontier

a bunch of sardines wriggling
against each other
In a desperate plea
They'd really like to feel today
If all United they could probably
escape this can
But here languid in oil and omegas
They attempt to make their
demands heard
Pretend to wrestle the situation
And rub their bodies


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how despondent, let's get reckless

i don't feel like writing poems anymore. everything i write seems forced and stupid. it's raining.

Feelings and experiences vary widely. For example, I run my fingers over sandpaper, smell a skunk, feel a sharp pain in my finger, seem to see bright purple, become extremely angry. 

how beans could become america’s favorite snack

how to fight global poverty from space

did our fingers evolve from fish fins?

To put my mouth on her when she is everywhere

Reclining over this earth

That is my life's work

thank you ocean. thank you seaweed. thank you rocks. thank you sand. thank you feet. thank you road. thank you rose. thank you kiss. kiss a rose. 

Savior complex
Spoon it in my mouth and feed them all like birds

It's ok I'll be here, forever

Mouth open, and wanting

MY TEETH R GRIT
MY EDGES ARE BARRED
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I FALL INTO THE ATLANTIC
WHEN I DROWN ON THE WRONG COAST

READY FOR ny


eating my own teeth
not unlike
They crumble into
Feels like sand
My Teeth are grit


Keep face away from eyes and
 mouth
Safety precautions for the careless