This isn’t just a figure, statistic, or  e.g. various factoid; so heavily concentrated from that special inhibition that becomes — This isn’t just a figure, statistic, or e.g. various factoid; so heavily concentrated from that special inhibition that becomes the next flailing tongue as if the next fledgling politico, and we’ve got a usurper in our midst! his name’s Jonathan, Graham, Robert and they’re all about 100 years old; let’s vote…

Lyrics. — My dog days revealed me — on those worn out roads, their potholes like the craters on the moon; is that water? Is that life? Why does it feel as if I were placed on this terra firma to discover it? …

no subtitle. — championing on toward a doomsday of my own creation, bleeding into the saffron fields that were so virgin, so pure. that is my destiny, the fucking word is a spell. destiny, destiny — it swells, an oncoming tide in the dark, and i am rushed into its power toward that…

Do not seek it. — The beast of the blackwater waits for no one. Hungry, starving, grunting — mad in sexual deviancy, devoid of purpose; what would a hammer be in his hands? Would he build a home from the burnt splinters of revelation, or would he simply crush his toes, one by one, and…

and bled away at the twilight. — Last night came and went in a whisper, and I sort of fell in love the way kids do. I wanted to chase the budding day’s golden hair; smell her soft laughter, find the faux about it, even in its impossibility. She kept running — why did she seek to…