This is like an online notebook, this stuff is not finished or often even started properly.

there it is

and then you find your tooth again
nestling where you left it in the curb
brassed in blood - still
bodge it back in
chewing gum gum
'you're just scared of yourself'
fuck the gurner's right
he's sweating the truth out of his orgasm face
there it is coming around the corner
a comfort blanket, a noose
you see you life in terms of loading screens
completion bars
another round,
veins ready to burst
vain and ready
ready in vain.