(Always look someone in the eye. You never know who’s trapped in there.)
Hold the line
I must hold strong.
Like a warped Venn diagram.
The outer circles smile and make nice.
The overlapping intersection is a mess.
I have to write it down
because if I don’t write it down
the thoughts cylindrically go around and around in my head
and if there is no where for them to go
it turns into insanity.
But if I can catch one
and force it into this crude tool
them I am no longer insane,
I am a writer.
Two socks, neither are mine.
Your fridge approached me the other day. It was an unwelcome advance.
You conduct an abnormal amount of static electricity. I am quite tired of your electrical current.
Where did you put the key to that memory?
Fuck you brain for phantom pain!
I see that you have failed to follow instructions.
Looking for another state of consciousness again huh? Spin around and think about the taste of purple!
The fridge says hello!
Please do not buy any more journals. You are just provoking her.
You are my legacy.
You are my false god.
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I am very lucky to have friends who understand the psychosis, who fuel it, and support it through a creative medium. Here is a collaborative zene talking about our inner monsters.
(Special thanks to: Adrianna Sauceda, Donovan VimCrony, Toni Neezy. Dear friends, if I missed you, let me know your tag and I will be sure to add you :))