“DEAR DAUGHTER”

I guess we’ll winter the backyard recipes.

Since when does the idea of calling home “fill you with creepy
feelings, like centipedes”?
Passing hell because somewhere coats are on sale.
Bees are the sun, Lion Girl. They know suffering.
You could check on the dogs, you know; those old comedies

of misdirection.
I moved my desk into the summer wardrobe,
the one with the haunted wi-fi.
Someone tried to fax
hair to Dad. We’ve strung the house
with network points. Don’t trip.

“because u miss me”

in black
with u
@ A party

i exist &

shining ghostly in that movie ,
your dead flowers ,
the hook of away

“a way” ?

no -
“away” .

we played dominoes
like shapes in a poem
u drew the pentagram on my car
off key

“sleeping beauty wakes and says”

my arms are just arms
the mammoths draw

hey baby :
telecommunication
love-husk

ghost texting
again?

Fat White Family- Complete set / SXSW Hotel Vegas 2014

“notes on why leaves must have their comeback”

the oceans leap
from hot to naked
divinity stays at the lake

i so
went clean

when u gonna leave
the burning lie
the bong drinking smokers
a death poem for cutie

something is linking your mind
2 my atlas
u can be: the sunset
on tourism
on vast pale panels
the flaring care curve
of amerikan thighs

hold october
with a credit card
&
act out
the entire shogun haircut
{mountain based with clean bangs}
livetweet a razor for true blood
spelled-out as i c e

“Beyond The Wall Of Sleep”

all heads:
water

visible
& sexy

a shoe in each hand
sponsored


politics in 72
lick dick

angela 4 president


modern art
pee
so
important
it’s kept in a cup

i dreamed
a nameless junkie was after me
i was all
katy western wear
with lasso hands & cinnamon hair

u where
in el nasty club
a paper doll made simple-
no need for eyes

first batch of pics from washington DC

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