Whichever way you turn your heads, there you’ll find ALLAH.
day it is anymore. I think the President might say “nigger” today. Last week, the government came together to sign a historic $2 trillion Coronavirus Stimulus Bill. Then bad shit happened and then it got worse. As of this moment, the World Health Organization is reporting infinity. What are you gonna do? Count all the … Continue reading apocalypse Marchness
TRANSCRIPT: I don’t see how anyone could accurately express the condition of our time in rational terms. There’s just no way. No amount of language—language simply doesn’t allow for it. Language is simply incapable of expressing things that don’t make sense. Only poetry, the transcendence of language, the manipulation and mutation of words to say … Continue reading apocalypse March 27, 2020
As of this day, the Twenty-Sixth of March, In The Year of Our Lord 2020, I have completed exactly Sixteen Consecutive Quarantined Days since disembarking from Flight NK 380 to Detroit, and it seems that I can now dismiss any immediate concerns with regard to the possibility that the little girl in pink who was … Continue reading apocalypse March 26, 2020
Here we go, past Adam and Eve, from Eastest Asia, through Greco-Roma and Indo-Persia, to ChristEuropa and America, and now The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerontuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!), a Vican recirculation.
It doesn’t matter which day it is anymore. Yesterday, the President tweeted “THIS IS WHY WE NEED BORDERS!” It seems perhaps that swans and dolphins didn’t appear in the Venice canals as previously reported, but foxes, deer, coyotes, raccoons, and monkeys abound. House Democrats introduced a coronavirus stimulus plan as the Senate bill was stalled. … Continue reading apocalypse March 24, 2020
I must’ve wondered if I’d ever see snow again. The snows of Christmas and Kilimanjaro. The snows at the end of winter when afternoons return. The snows of dawn and mittens pink and blue. I am mad for it to peck my nose and cheek. To perch upon my crown, to glisten on my sleeve, … Continue reading The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Eleven: 3-23-2020)
Here’s a list of things I’m thinking but probably shouldn’t say: 1. Once upon a time, a troop of apes mutated into pale hairless chatterboxes and diseased the natural world. They tore out trees, broke up mountains, trashed the oceans, melted the glaciers, smogged the atmosphere, enslaved the animal kingdom, dumped fire from the heavens, … Continue reading The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Ten: 3-22-2020)
who dares to catch these whispers, dense as lead? what last words, love? what were the last ones said? will all these voices wilt when we are dead? could someone spare a crane to lift this head? The Lights! The Lights! phosphorous piercing shards swarming ants the concaves of my skull the dead the dead … Continue reading The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Nine: 3-21-2020)
Nobody knows what day it is anymore. The President said “please” on Wednesday, as in, “Any questions, please?” Swans and dolphins appeared in the Venice canals. Governor Gavin Newsom of California has ordered all residents to stay home. Italy’s death toll has exceeded China’s. Severe storms and tornadoes hit the central US last night. The … Continue reading The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Eight: 3-20-2020)