My Countrymen, perhaps disaster is our only hope.
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apocalypse “its fine its fine”
its fine its fine its going to be fine
apocalypse “And now, it’s time to talk about my dick”
At least it's not your dick.
apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days”
SOMEWHERE IN APRIL [2] They say there was a life before these days, A world beyond the prisms of our porch, A time before greensickness perched above Our doors, before the pasty smog of death would hourly muzzle against our windowpanes. They say these streets, these hollowed marrowed slabs, Would cinder night and day with … Continue reading apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days”
apocalypse “Something there is that doesn’t love a box”
Something there is that doesn’t love a box.
The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Eleven: 3-23-2020)
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)
