if my head houses a prediction machine, it means all that I know could be used against me… it means I can’t really see what’s out there — my expectations run the show — my senses are just matchmakers, hard-working approximators letting me in on convenient clues of experience… it…

they look at you like you should be done making mistakes by now, like thirty years is enough time for everything to settle in — to settle down, that a life must at some point become concrete… but look close and see the cracks and spaces, feel the openings and know…

it’s the sound of small talk between two plastic people — the whole interaction makes my entire body wince… it’s the champagne laughs that accompany the cell phone photo library show-and-tell-a-thon — it’s like rainbow sprinkles in my overhearer’s ear stop it… stop it please, just stop it you’re an…

the frozen lion cubs were found resting in the permafrost and they revealed many clues about their mighty pride — legends of their foremothers and forefathers scrawled as blood-shadow silhouettes on the broad-faced rock wall of their eternal caves the epic cats of long ago inspired holy awe in…

I wish we could have been the kind of people who pushed through their problems, the sort who forgave and were resilient, the ones who could really talk — like the folks who hold on to a sort of undying loyalty, like something forged, something solid, always on track, something…

sometimes I wonder where the person is under your ironic little smile somewhere, maybe a few layers deep, I might find your well of sorrow… I see you wrestling with distractions a, a, b, a, a, a, b, c I see you waiting for your moment I see your broken, brittle glances…

this temporary thing has outlived its expectations and a sad little rest stop has become a destination …fuck… time speeds up and we sprint toward a future of fog and heat — the kind that will sag our faces and crush our imaginations but we can hold on and hold…

I might be just a little full of myself, contempt revised and reinforced, an acid ghost, ahead of the pack, a hero of hostility… listen: for a little while today, I felt alive again — the most myself I’ve felt in quite a while… it came on as a surprise, really…

this maze beneath the job arcade is riddled with dangerous traps — false walls and pitfalls and so many illusory paths… it makes you question everything — makes you doubt your strength, causes you to lose yourself, hate yourself, abuse yourself, and fear stupid things that shouldn’t even matter… this…