Mossman Cense

Burnt graphite from Wooden pencils And charred ink From cheap pens Clashes with the dark halls Of college buildings Flashlight lit to Permeate paranoia Waterlogged woods in rain Into Green River To runoff and drain Through blacktop lanes A lurking wraith With no legs Silent hovering Stalking the place But a face Frozen in horrorContinue reading “Mossman Cense”

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Security

I remember when I first got the job I knew it wasn’t going to be a very special experience. It was a job with no upside other than money, and no downside other than taking time out of my day I’d rather enjoy wasting. Being a security guard, I mean, who the hell would chooseContinue reading “Security”

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