Fear of flying

bury me bury me! bury me right here bury me wherever you like bury me just bury me bury me in your fertility bury me! i just wanna make babies bury me in christian humility —some pretty story like that bury me just bury me bury me oh! marry me! marry me to technology marry… Continue reading Fear of flying


I will forget you

In the beauty of this moment, outside, Ponsonby road, booking it to the park, Art Deco storefronts pop up with stories, all blue and gold, curves and lines cut the Newton intersection. Desert-chrome risographs of 90’s loves still bounce reckless through shoebox corridors, once flatties playing hacky sack in baggy pants, pulsing to some eternal… Continue reading I will forget you