sometimes this virtue feels like talking to a townie at a di...

christian moms against being a silly goose

i’m ripping this moss off my skeletal body

somewhere in florida i could feel god’s presence watching over us like a guardian from the comfort of the cuck chair

the sprinklers were still watering the evergreen grass

my lord, bestie, why all this pain?

but it’s not today that i’m posing scantily clad for turkey vultures covered in my own bloody pulp

latitude: god knows where / longitude: pennsylvania

the beautiful rainbow herbicides and the special shade of agent blue

call me ouroboros (because i’m ramming my own tail down my throat!!