We Would Oppose The Turning

I Am A Freak In Secondhand Velour, A Leper Who Uses L'oreal Anti-sticky Mega Gel. I Am Rootless, Ripped From All Foundations, An Orphan Raising An Orphan And Wanting To Take Away Everything There Is And Replace It With Stuff I've Made.

He Remained, Weeks After Awakening, In That Period Of Early-morning Consciousness That Allows Easy Re-entry To Dreaming. His Limbs Still Tingled With The Residue Of Sleep, And Most Days He Wanted Badly To Allow It To Overtake Him Again.

It Was Just An Idea I Had, That It Could Be Cool To Have A Book Covered In Fake Fur.

Write Your Goddamned Book Now. The World Awaits.

Morning Comes Like A Scream Through A Pinhole.