Becoming,
antinormal was not a...

It was a breech birth,
scuttling the forecast...

When I make a heap
of all my killer pains...

Far beyond the light years,
I will seek the darkness...

Without trying to become
an avenger...

You have to spell it out.
Where the sun sets...

This country divides us.
Only cameos were...

Where was the empirical
evidence, that you don't exist...

Celebrating the summer.
Planting a wet kiss on...

The family pride
goes for the jugular. The rotational...

Transcribing my emptiness,
like emulating an ape...

A streak of sin,
just as culpable...