pink milk drink

when ur horoscope premonitions come true again

island life

siren songs in the desert

only the poor go to hell they say

the land of dreams

certain kinds of hell

altho they preferred sweat & tears for their sodium needs, they settled for the bad luck of others

contemporary mysticism

the dog days of summer begin

the new waterfront real estate properties

fun in the garden

the moment u realize maybe u shouldn’t have let sleeping dogs lie so long

when the tell-all exposé on tv just ruins everything

enter the new gods

the elephant in the room

desperate times call for desperate measures

when ur jus waiting for ur three horseman buddies to show

the forbidden fruit

as the pig talked, the rules of the game became increasingly unclear

deciding the next black swan event

crossing lines in the sand

when u playin king of the hill for keepsies

we secretly couldn’t wait for AI to tear it all down

as the mouths drone on & the invaders invade, it occurs to u that ur self-care strategies may not be as effective as u think

Caribou News

as apathy approaches its zenith, u jus wait for the power to go out again

it was moments like these when i became quite convinced that money really did buy happiness

when it’s utopian fukery after utopian fukery n u jus can’t anymore

something about shit creek n a paddle

postcards from hell exhibition

calving season again. maybe tomorrow satan, maybe tomorrow.

The Gift