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Fake Love (Letter to a Metropolis)

I want to save myself from anger, To look in the mirror and not see you behind me, In me, silver eyes swollen with light. You’re so fake. You’re always screaming at me Through the television Through the interwebs Through the stereo turned down, and… Read More

Spring Quartet

1. Comfort: Not a song, but a siren. 2. The uncomfortable man leaps; the comfortable man falls. 3. It’s no use killing yourself if you really want to die. 4. Death is just an ugly word for change.

On Burnt Toast

Some toast is better charred, That factory bread, Unedified, white-washed, Grains rolled smooth as asphalt, With nothing left to burn But cynicism.