no,
you
don't
have
to
be
a
genius
in
yr
lines
you
just
have
to
be
willing
to
bring
yr
balls
to
the
fucking
table
&
let
that
whore
Death
cup
them
in
one
icy
hand
while
holding
a
blade
in
the
other
risk
&
nakedness
are
far
better
than
genius
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.
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September
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- seizing the poison
- a quick note on genius
- the lack of everything
- un-jump-startable souls
- the fucked-up human stain
- if only we can die like this
- i feel like
- i can smell the stench from here
- born w/a cemetery in my chest
- gazing right through the dancing girls
- unwantingly speared
- the gory game
- darkness retained
- where the fuck is the relief
- one of yr animals dies
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