the poker face is the mean one, the one that tells of disaffection and dread, and speaks to the lightly treaded document that we have all read today. not quite knowing who he was or why he could be so rude, the attorney was baffled by the presence of his only lover, her hair golden [...]
maligned with the farsightedness of a parasite, the elastic nomad needs nothing but his own tired attitude to read his poetry. with the advantages of cinema behind him, he cannot feel the world at this fingertips, rather he is left to his own devices, and told to wait and try finding the universe in his [...]
the heroes have left me, and standing here alone without the words to describe my own inadequacy, i cannot help but feel ashamed that my life has become so redundant. i am not brash or sincere, just another liar and thrifty drug addict, biding his time until night falls and he can seek solace in [...]
the liar was me, and i could not feel his face, nor his misshapen abdomen, but i could feel what i needed, and i needed, very much, to be alive and present, and here, in this room, in this place, i could not feel love nor satisfaction, just the vindictive nightmare of my own inadequacy, [...]