Spring Haiku. A short compilation I put together this past month, which includes some haiku I never posted before, along with a recompilation of my previously released Summer Haiku. Download here: mega.nz/file/r9FSnIIR#…

I need everything to become worse and hurt much more.

Love, if it had form would be like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.

The only true artistic craftsman in modernity is a forensic photographer, and the only instance where a human body gains value is in an autopsy.

I need a sickly, loveless wife who will die young, I want to go around saying “my wife died a while ago” I need a purpose for my melancholy.

America.

Salvation cannot be forced.

Everywhere is a graveyard, cemeteries on highways, piles of bodies scattered around every forest, in glaciers and deserts, is there a place left on earth that doesn’t reek of corpses?

This is what I watch.

What are Brazilians saying about me? the Elon translate function is useless.

What the hell?

I was wondering why I hated him so much and Lindyman put it perfectly, American politics is going from Obama-charm and Trump-bullying to mechanic faces that are constantly in a state of “I am not not mad” while being clearly mad, Vance and Zohran are purely repulsive beings.

When a forty year old woman flirts with me I feel weird for approximately 10 seconds before realizing that I am in my late twenties, and that this is the fate I built for myself.