and i was dreaming about your death

CYBERWIT 

when you left, i had nothing to write about but myself

 

main street fever dream

 

[come out, and live with a religious community in a beautiful place out in the country]

 

SEASON OF RAIN, KINGDOM OF ASHES

 

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not the artist, but the artist's lover

 

a god more than willing to number me among the wicked

 

DELICATE EMISSIONS

[we've been here for too long; not long enough]

 

a nail through the tongue or a spike through the heart

FUCK IT,

LET'S JUST START 2026

WITH A PUNCH IN THE THROAT

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late winter in the kingdom of nil

 

can’t keep voting for dogs then complaining about the taste of their shit

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drank the water, but it was poisoned

 

in a room without doors there is no need for windows

JOHN SWEET AT

CYBERWIT

like fucking on shattered glass

 

THE 21ST CENTURY,

WITHOUT APOLOGY

A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE

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cover yr ears & shade yr eyes

 

let the words fall from your lips like tiny pieces of some poisoned god

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all of the reasons christ might have for hating you