I had another mental breakdown in the bubble tea store
we’re all on this sinking ship together
JAKE
on friend dates with the devil
who wouldn’t want to be a curator of sin
What To Expect At The End Of Your Cat’s Life
[H]is pupils wildly dilating and contracting as you call his name over and over, telling him he is a good boy.
The Bionic Teen
In a prophetic vision he’d witnessed a white-winged angel place a golden crown on my head
open letter to you (there)
death is an industry / no different than oil,
Storm Clouds Gather
We are all young and tan.
Gordon's Testimonial
If it hadn't been for that, who knows?