killing hope step by step

every time i see the way the sun
declines in the evening i get a little
piqued that i can't feel the colors
like i did with you. it's not morning
that i want, tho i want that too.
these days the sun's on my horizon twice,
and it's plangeant and tripsichord.

i'm going to begin walking soon. let go of october.
that'll require some good shoes, but still my skin's
melting off my face and i have no cure for that.

laughing at the way buenos aires left the room.
i mean, come on, if you're what you say you are
then the holy cross on rio de jinero's mount
should be a point of debate, not escape. well
the translation was from an olde english miss manners guide.
soooo retro. and that sells today, among the tragically
too hip to care about the future crowd.

future, what was it that cioran said about that?
i'll leave it to you to wrestle with the impossible...?


maybe i look it up.

of course, it's not there.


so this is what a dweeb does on saturday night.
lots of fun yes? i hope i


omg, there i go again. why wont you DIE?