I don’t care what you are I no longer care what you need I sicken of watching you watch Me. your breath stinks of prison rations. I’ll find turbulent times and flow. conjugal visits form crust on memory of your albatross. it’s heavy, the lifting up. a crime, concomitant with verse. this need to nurse failure is a sickly pastime. choke on our dubious catastrophe. half alive, have a laugh about the sheer volume of venom rushing us toward a destiny of mayhem. i’ll keep up, i swear. 2, plus too many revolutions, we resolve to revolve around pantomime. if … Continue reading watch me.