trix

the moon went down for a spell and you chased it
please come back

a house a home

it feels cynical to tell you how it used to be
these are pithy times and your face fits right in
we've got the fire surrounded now, nowhere to run
focus on what you can control or else you'll get spacesick
that's why people cry at funerals
it's much different when you consider it fucking a womb

ransom backus

tearing apart from the ribs, it's a momentous occasion after all
for I am 19 and without a tattoo for the 344th day today
I want to see if the ink comes with me in the afterlife
I want to see if I can even die

goadbot

i've said it again and i'll say it before

i trip over myself everywhere i go

you found a salamander and called it a salami but i thought it was a newt

eventually we will get it right

time is closing in on itself now

lazy and playful in the absence of purpose

if the choice is between an obstacle and a trap i'll abstain

anew dominoes

apathy breeds something, maybe

who knew i could be bred like this

who knew Jesus could be bread like that

we all guessed that the murderer was still in the house

and we're all here from our lack of foresight

maybe it was borne of our apathy

i'll spare myself the investigation