A poem in six images
Process post of a skeleton finding its meat.
about me
An ill health autist, a half-past youth wasted.
Double declasse, two lives of trauma and a weak bond, the first not aborted, shotgun wedding, hello world. Raised by internet post-dirvorce. I only had space to develop online and doing so made me strange, disconcerting: Anonymized blogposter, delete delete delete. Don't expect anything to be saved. You may steal anything you like from this website and call it your own. The content contained here reflects the stunted honing of several forms: narrative, harmonic, poetic. Fakecel couture, son of punk.
Nothing here is meant to be edgy performatively. A theme I'm struggling with is how evil things are done to innocent people and from that it warps and begets evil in them of no fault of their own. This is tragic and I don't know how to yet reconcile that fact within myself. Nothing here is posted for you, browse on your own accord.
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