the loss of CREATE-ture

central themes that undermine improvisation

the loss of creature,

the blackening of visualization.

i can't see you anymore.

damaged auras

coming toward us

i can't keep on running.

my knucles are naviely white honey...

disappear

further into your pattern of selfish hope.

this life is a fucking joke...

langaleers devouor every yestermoment.

Have fun

Experimental Happiness

time limites and seven diggits

these things will fucking kill you

as a director of this production

a climactic ending is overdue

as a bitter recovering lover

all i need is you.