my acuvues

over the edge and into hell

layers and layers

having died a thousand deaths
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, --- Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue --- A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold

for the last time I DON'T WANT TO BE SAVED
"o ... with all due respect" he says"this is not the way to get popular"and he's takenthe time to tell me he isn't offended by the fact that he's offended,the all-accepting yet somehow descriminatingartiste who's gonna save me fromthe perils of obscurityopen my eyes and he thinks I can'tread between the lines thinks I don't know that he thinks everything I'm about comes from some slimey and suspiciouslandside of inside deals, no regardfor what's due, a hierarchyof hedenistic evil maybepooping out noxious grafittion the stipple of concrete wal

paparazzi eyes

after talking with a disciple
I'm borne again, another ellips(e || is)in wireless nirvanatime to depart fromthe cumbersome coaxial dependancy---those sly rabbitsand Hank the installer saidthis would be my connectionthat I could find my venusin the eastern sky if I really wantedand that I'd owe it all to some higher bodytracking my skipsand hemispheric shifts I upload my thoughts to a distant starcare less how the signal straysas long as I can find my venus like Hank saidand shortly after 5