Buried deep

Hear buried deep. Separation anxiety sharpened on a guillotine devolution. Head buried, twenty feet, twenty years, twenty times, twenty lives deep. What the holy head rollers. Blowin’ shit up be pretty ‘til you run out of gunpowder and someone gets hurt. Head buried in twenty feet of concrete who knows where. A foundation dug out… Continue reading Buried deep

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use Eyes widen. Pupils dilate. Electric wave flows through as neurons blowing, nuclei-kicking. T H I S I S I T Woods, woods, concrete contours, a cavalcade of mismatched chairs listening. I mean it. Listen… That’s right, that’s your algorithm’s jam. That hissing air pushing through closed teeth—no full-throated roar of steaming steam over steamed… Continue reading gentrifiddiction