Darkness, applaud the scum, I can hear the populism on AM radio, its frightening

journeyman chef with a coke habit and neck tattoos, carried from the bar under duress

tied up and whipped, language is bondage, I can get to my window and smoke until safety


the art of the deal

sex is something i’ve never been entirely comfortable with and capitalism is the same, but we participate because no one ever gave us a choice. It wasn’t the best sex ever but at least I got the impression she didn’t hate me. Money is always made by someone, stolen from someone else, “earned”.

crazy world

five lizards on the ceiling

a monster in the white house

the world burns like crazy

and we sift through the rubble


when yr only company is five ceiling dwelling geckos and two starved cats

and a crazy old thai man who doesn’t speak english it makes you miss yr friends