how about metherfuckers that say mom like mwom,
makes you sick of the joys of parenthood.

told you i was misanthropic.


and goddamn fucking proud of it!

conspiracy?
what conspiracy?

be leave me
i can find a downside to anything

even shade

°°°


i'm shaking,
too much sap in my veins,
of happiness, of death and all that,
surrounds me in a growing forest,
the wind rustles again,
is it the drink? no,
its the colour in you…
like a baby's lung, about to be barbequed,
under the maple,
of fall's falling, fallen leaves?