PTHH SERIES <11>
generic chp. 4
it wasn’t until he sat never losing the conversation of what happened in 1969 speaking through the waffle of the matrix in black glove confirming that he was a passenger of the Will
PTHH SERIES <10>
generic chp. 3
sometime during the birth of a new day before cackles and moans from all of the earthly species blurt to the urban sky, she dreamt of an apocalypse on Prozac diagnosed as fake news. maybe we should…was what she thinks she said.
generic chp. 2
upon arriving to the designated meeting place she saw her there, a slump of pain encased in ancient royal flesh filled with torment and cheap hooch. alas her man had died. she regrets thinking that he was fucking another whore, when in reality he bestowed upon her his last gasping grunts.
generic chp. 1
not sure how to process validation she proceeds with caution it’s the season of the silence once more…
PTHH <9> SERIES
a haiku
blood rush through my veins
restless bound to wandering
i the seed of Cain
summer thing haiku
my vivid flag lays
only today at your feet
your lips on my neck
America
i chose this card for you
you chose this life for me
America
we dance and laugh
we crawl and weep
America
i love you all the same
you’re not sure what to make of me
America
we are on going revolutions
we are pacific sisters
America
i watch upon a most psychotic rooftop
you direct the wind of our commotion
America
we in destiny
must not manifest infamy
America
words less spoken 