All I desire,
is an autonomous life...

Each jagged edge bares its own unique pattern.
Patterns that diminish, but are soon recreated...

My desires are beguiling,
a fabrication of the truth...

When I die, I will not be placed beside my pen,
nor will my soul dwindle on this petty earth...

Crackles
heard from afar...

Staring between window and chairs,
sits a women with dog shaped hair...

-------Closed-------
------lids bring...

Epistemology defined, studies knowledge and...
One question, infinite answers, nerves exceedingly...

Acquaintance made through common friend;
seat occupied in that friend's stead...

If you had many mouths to feed
And weren't well equipped to write or read...

Back to the bourgeoisie, you'll keep a man down...

When my filter starts to roam,
I overstate my undertones...