thank you for giving me the opportunity to meet you in the green womb before the sanitized clean tomb steals all of our memories…
i miss fat my cat all that’s left of him is an artifact of his ashes and the scratches on my couch…
You are reading words. These words were carefully curated using an iPhone belonging to a goddess in training. She is the goddess of love…
i still remember our fire…
i bought her a bouquet of pink roses but the man imposes on every magenta act i do to try to attract her…
i wish i could create more than i consume…
I used to pray for a chance to meet God so that I could gaze upon his omniscient glory and scream “fuck you.” I now desire to cheat the temporary realm he has confined me to.