Category: AKA

make lemonade.
the bleating of imaginary ears,
is my cooking

rind and all i
shit myself out into the wintry day

so cal is a state of mind

parameters change.

groove edit,

I aint nobody’s nothin

i awake nude and mangled

The parrots are startled and we sing together

I, the rampant and wanton one,
welcome thee, o Scar.

The night and I have met,
have calmly kissed