Some roads lead nowhere

I think about you so much. Nevermind, I don’t think you even know me that well anyway. Good day, if you know who you are.

Whilst in the Fiction of Skeletal Measures

When lost within my gazing time, Still I stare, though you, you burnt light, bound to be delicate, decadent is thine To be of dust and guitars, did he even fight? Sense from… Continue reading

We Should Wake Up

Tune Out, Turn Off, Drop In— put your peace signs up, bunny ears to the sky

¿Dónde está mi cabeza?

It was a concept, Just a thought, To become organized, not stuck between motive and plot –so, I welcome you, to my hood, ——->My Writer’s Block

on 288, headed toward the loop

These are the breakers, straight paper makers, foolish be the people, who just plain hate us. waitin’ with weight of the chip on my shoulder, you askin’, “get out”, when I pull ova.… Continue reading

End

I thought about it today; I don’t think about you much anymore. huh.

Tell Me About You

You seem really specfic, interesting to say the least, when I get caught up in movements, I recall the stillness of your speech, Must I keep writing, or should I end it now,… Continue reading

it really makes you think

Sporty Spice never complained about having to wear a sports bra. 

I said, “Purpose”

Towards moving humanity responsibly forward, through the means of forward thinking. By focusing on the balance of the aesthetic and analytical facets of human interaction, I hope to increase the efficacy of ethical… Continue reading

Stand next to my fire

Prometheus, Bound to Suffer: Examining The Continuous Repetition of Human History In relation to the early Grecian cultural attitude towards expanding one’s intellectual mind, ancient Greeks encouraged the contemplation and speculation of human… Continue reading