counterpart to my 10+ year print zine of the same name

stray dogs — February 10, 2018

stray dogs


wordocean —


..with baby angel dicks making haunting noises,
screaming asians, loss of everything. we’re all
different weights on the same dance floor,
decades of abuse to bodies still primed for true love.

i fuck someone who
fucked me years ago,
and it feels like a surge of energy;
the mutual non-body insult, my
fully leaving as the statement. madlad.
it’s no fun anymore.

and i’m still here,
a leader w/o meaning to be,
puking in a bus station,
shitting in yr hands. u deserve it.

i break on big shoulders,
i freeze fantasy movies and rewind the best scenes
in my mind. i moustache
you a question:
is it blurry how you see me?
or am i remembered in time?

i’m a creeper in a pub,
a threesome waiting to happen,
a rubbed skin and a shattered lightbulb
but the same view outside over and over.

it’s a genetic history never verbalized to me
but the defunct mechanism for detecting magnetic fields
works within us all, we just don’t know how yet.
it changes me, repairs, focuses,
bottom lines consequences,
hates freely as a new revolution.

my enemies always showed me a new way,
depraved and fascist personalities
dooming themeseves in self-referential horrors.
i burn and murder and it feels
absolutely cleansing – glorious and selfishly
wonderful. i’ll never make it back
for drowning in the wordocean.
fuck the whole fuckin’ world.

jk 2/10/18

moonshadow — February 8, 2018
o — February 7, 2018
diffuse city —
unknown — February 2, 2018
fred rogers — January 30, 2018