God Is In The Radio

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  • Fragments, 8.1.25

    Don’t white-knuckle life like it’s the steering wheel on a runaway clown car. The tighter you squeeze, the more the clowns cry in the backseat. ** Everything’s on its way to becoming something else. Grip too hard, and it wriggles… Continue reading

    Fragments, 8.1.25

  • One-Eyed Town

    Spinning circles in this one-eyed townWhere the buildings lean like drunks in prayerAnd shadows wear the faces of strangersThe road to the barn is black with secretsIt reeks of scorched dreams & damp furSomewhere out there, the night-circus humsTheir voices… Continue reading

    One-Eyed Town

  • Christ On A Pogo Stick

    This cold rain is pissing me off like a teething baby raccoon going through my underwear. Why did I have to spill the raw essence of my soul just to buy a popsicle? Everything’s gone sideways. The neighbors don’t even… Continue reading

    Christ On A Pogo Stick