The Itch

I had to scratch my itch again It’s like I have just got hands and know where to go to get that feeling that isn’t sexual but isn’t entirely neutral nor mechanical, nor subliminal It’s my itchy fingers on a keyboard words on the screen, maybe the big, big screen One day… Until then I will dream and

Formaldehyde

In with the big hitters, at last. I can finally follow my dreams to say goodbye to it all and begin collecting roaches. The look in your eyes when I said goodbye the look I know you got inside. Together we can grow up and up to the sky where we can collect roaches. roaches