works archive added8 12 2001

7 18 2001(b) if these walls could talk they'd scream out their lungs if this house had ears it'd see right through me if this structure could crumble he'd be non-chalant again i find comfort in mortality metallic bitterness a sovereign anxiety uneasy flutter, rapid movement it starts with the rising sun escape is around that corner finality is over that hurdle my own hollow-point capsule of fear unacceptance sedation relief eject.