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Sorry I couldn’t care less about whether theygave DOOM Guy tits. I was cryingon the doorframe because my granddad had to lend me 20 quid.

Screaming. Response to: A Woman on the Internet

A poetic response to Jamie Jancović’s A Woman on the Internet (or, The Eternal Scream), hosted on The White Pube for Jancovic’s residency in June 2021.

review poem: a slow walk on The Longest Road on Earth (demo)

I spend a lot of time walking around earphones on in the grey light of the Scottish day, half the time listening to music that affects me more than any game ever really has, the swelling in the back, auditory processing override music. The Longest Road on Earth drawn. us into noir urban mileui. switching […]

oh fisherfarm diabolous. poem.

miles over the root beam
were the sandcreepers
and the road bird,
verdigreen,
squashed under tire racks

through the eye. poem

aiming. Serotonin burger for the gills, push meat in between the sills. Planet made of light, I tell you, thinking of the thin king who rules my 15 hearts.

chew kin. poem

Silk wrapped around a handle, in the wild mint sprigs of a satellite’s eye cracking sound. little itty bitty spark makes the sweet sweat smell. freshly bound. and out thirteen weeks now. have you calcified a new disc yet? disc. digital ingestion of stored cubits. like licking the shiny bits.