kraken
kraken
leviathan
rusty bones
supporting hide
of rotting wood
the pungent smell
of seaweed
digesting
long dead things
its aged frame
crawls ashore
clicking like
fighting crabs
groaning
exertions
sand sloughing
from its skin
primordial
grey skies
clinging mist
clothing it
in gloom
a thousand
scrabbling legs
gripping claws
taking root
heaving carcass
to the shore
Friday 19th September 2014 7:28 pm
Jail Writings
Jail Writings* (letters to self)
-I dreamt that I woke up in someone else's bunk bed. under the mat I found an array of knives, shanks and "evil" shrine material wrapped up in a mess. Guards dress me like a doll. I guess they found me at virginia avenue in minneapolis. not knowing why is the worst, especially because you were there. drunken idiot.
-even time to waste i...
Saturday 20th April 2013 7:32 am
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