I watcheda lion crushedbeneath the weightof a burning savanna.I watcheda lion shorn of toothand claw.I watcheda lion fedlike some fat king. I watcheda lion drink memoriesfrom stagnant water.I watcheda lion in his habitat,festooned with trappingsof freedom.I watcheda lion as his roarmet with the cold airof his fallow shade.I […]
HUZZAH! Maybe we’ll have our way and have an opportunity to slap the fuck out of that guy.
“I wish your mother knew you were going to grow up to be this dumb. Maybe then she would have seen the wisdom of abortion.”
It was just six days into what we all hoped would be a better year than 2020. The air was alive with happiness and hope as the certification process to confirm the decisive November 3rd election victory of President-elect Joe Biden and Vice President-elect Kamala Harris (may I […]
The roar of battle raged through the dense jungle, gunshots ringing out in rapid fire, the screams of soldiers who were little more than boys dancing about the death knells of exploding mines and mortars. Sweat streamed down my face like I’d just finished a hot shower, the […]
We disappearinto folds of skin sculptedby fast food andairbrushed glamour, our sinthe gluttony of survival. We don’t really survive, anymore; we livehard and long, fellatioticmusic, a whisper of a messon our lips, and we wearour children’s flesh. We cry for the end of things,flailing in the darkat the […]
Sleep is for the weak. I never feel as if I have enough time. I dread my day job. My shit is falling apart, too. Why do I have to be the one playing therapist? Why do I have to be empathetic? I’ve pissed off my colleagues. My […]
Drawing/digital drawing composite.
This itch keeps irritating parts of my body. I’ve been lashing out at people, having whispered yet animated conversations with my inner enemies. I’m frustrated again. I need to move…. …out of this place..…and out of my head. I feel as if I’m being absorbed into this distinctive […]
My hands are oil.A fault runs the lengthof my legs. Itslips. A heatwaveburns my gut andpeople die of stroke. They’re clutching their throats,gasping, a dream of air poisoning that last little bitof happiness.I am the drugof choice.I amthe disease.The air doesn’t come. ~RyasSyx
I’ve been feeling a little…unnecessary, lately. Useless. Unmotivated. I don’t even feel like working on my blog or working on merch. I’m looking at the world around me, online, in the news, and I’m coming to realize that, if there is a hell, we’re in it. Death almost […]