. . . or how who came to no one . . .



Everything else is a

fight. You gouge out

my eyes and piss in

the sockets.

A kind word escapes

like some

fucking fugative.

Another story is told.

- Miles

Long since gone are those whimsicle

days when we could laugh out loud.

Not since then have I turned

my eyes away from despair.

The sun didn't rise today,

and satisfaction is only a word.