I stare into your sun
I want to kiss you but you’re always on fire

I GAWK AT MY RIDICULOUSNESS; YOU SHOULD, TOO.

So, my writing has taken on a new stance: passive-aggressive. I spend most of the time deleting most of what was written. I revel in all of its blank composure; this tundra of white, and its stray marks of impermanence.

MADE YOU LOOK

So many odd days ago, I fashioned a corner world of blogging again. This world could be minimal and may implode upon itself. A world I fancy of retarded riches and many bitches. And the devil is in the details.