art is a way of fighting back against the unknown cheating death and creating life deep within the subjective we reveal the elusive nature of our collective catastrophe art emboldens and beautifies without fighting we will perish into the ugly unknown

how many times do we get to taste the sweetness of death? a dark winter couldn’t keep their spirits down, a chaser worked better right back where we were yesterday, depressed and diffused into static no memories of anything meaningful, or valuable targets left to attack territories become a burden to manage, so management becomes […]

I just want to be happy how about you? time is an illusion but it kicked my ass this year crunching and folding in on itself generating new signs unbeknownst to the signifier orphaned pastures overgrown squelching the cacophony coming from the catacombs I saw death and it blinded me what’s old is nevernew

delimited by death no marker left beyond the grave is where we slept with left a cute corpse behind soldiers have died but we live on in the minds of our enemies fully embracing warm heat surrounding me in timelessness the battle is waged on desert plains between the creature and himself

a specific listlessness broken by what was spoken never opening the mailbox again revelation times hot off the press bleed all about it ! ! ! nihil normalizm

time dilates like the iris of a frightened youth staring down the barrel of his future // silent death a hope broke out in the morning, but it was only fake news the lifeless bodies were wound up yet again to watch the evening ruse spiraling into tight-fisted control; forlorn and unforgiven it’s like the […]

a virus now grows in evergreen fields and a putrid culture is reanimated to consume all that remains is a timeline of doom inside drinking pickle juice smoking a cedar pipe of pine waiting to glimpse the holy light to give is to receive, especially death as blood is shed on family crests who can […]

life offers madness as a means of escape from smaller problems. when the burden of debt is lifted, the slave becomes free to risk his life for selfish gains. without a plan, you’re fucked. people can’t understand what’s wrong with others until they self-reflect. depression ceases when the journey continues.

the brain melts end over end like a candle in the void of time, constantly dripping, never ending, it urges and cycles to points of rare continuity – flashes of everything appearing to just about be okay. falling faster as gravity takes its solemn grip, wasting away the sprite’s production. melting. re-cycling to a more […]