MICROCHIPS IN MY LIPS

leave it to the mentally eviscerated kid​

CLASSIFIED HORRORS

sequel to Her i make technology what i deserve parasites crawl underneath of my shirt right through my pupils and slice the nerves go for a ride prefrontal first make an example of my manager travel to my hippocampus to turn the tide but when they arrive they cry as classified horrors emerge – D

FEATHERS GREW

barely get a break​

COVER UP MY THIGHS

put a warm cloth

MINOR EXTENSION

someday will be the last yesterday​

ANCIENT

don’t elect me​