i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me

Stephen Michael McDowell
limited resource processing

we were here, together, yesterday

blast furnace


i'm sick of being literally dead so let’s fuckin make a baby [just kidding i brought condoms]

all experiences are curated

distance is perceptual and not conceptual when you consider where and what and how [close we are to each other]

yes i am forever and yes you are forever but neither of us think we are and treat this as a crime

what if neither of us is trying
A Poetry Series from PANGUR BAN PARTY