night time sunrises

Invincible, claimed the incessantly vocalized as calamity after catastrophe leapt into the void made absent by the uncleansed vernacular.

To derange! To enforce shrinking clarity!

My left eye, much like a sailor bereft of a bar-stool leg, swallows every gallon in cadence with the vitriol that reeks of primitiveness.

Slide wrongwards towards the elbow; paint it quadratically. One, two, three, 4.

The notion that every step forwards brings us a step forward is allegorical. I should know.

If even the smallest fraction of a particle of you is invested in the idea of having a weekend, do yourself a favour and ignore it.