while i oppose all modernizations of myths
i also reject the traditional ones

i escaped your glass jail
and now reign as king over my hill of medium to large sized rocks
the only thing i could ever want to own

every footstep on every continent is an integer upon which can be built an infinite course of travel ( Read more... )

i used to think it was my shadow that followed me ( Read more... )

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a splinted door stares at legs ( Read more... )

just a balljointed shipwreck ( Read more... )

no one goes to my other journal, so i'm hoping this will get some of the old people with insight back. then again, it probably won't cause i was such an ass to them. oh well.

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automobile to blinking mechanism in streetlights cringing eyes
another rung on man's letter is exposed

cough up space-time
longetivity contorts tracheas to
the shape cogs grinding firmly
i fall but maybe someday
elbows will be wings and angels will do handstands
in heaven.

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