pneumonia by cerebella the fragrant heaving flowers and their translucent shocking petals. so? how nurturing the ooze is, seeping in its freckled center, leaning over one of them weird-striped bugs who just died smiling. the itching goddamn rain drops bothering me: ‘come inside’. almost never.
imagery, not lite music, inspired by the changing of seasons by cerebella Summer is melting.Â She doesn’t smell like pee stream, because when you pee in it she turnsÂ to purple Kool-Aid.Â She melts over your palm filth around your long lost splinters andÂ hurries down the patio, past the rocking chair into the tar driveway filled […]
y i wanna stay at home too by cerebella betty crocker? yeah i’m guessing you’re guessing she wore deoderant yeah i’m guessing she probably if not certainly did you focus on the ping-pong two rooms down the hall while i say, ‘hey, vanity is fun for the whole family and problems come cheap’ how often […]
magick johnson! by cerebella bottlecap flames, lighting way to my sewer sex, resonating. flickering light switches. distracting. extreme dislike strong dislike, dandruff showers. i’d put my lightbulb in my bath right after yours. elevators shooting thru the ceiling, flying past alonso morning mourings. heaven is funerals smeared in frostine.