untitled

as of yet

e / f

(like a gas tank, get it motherfuckers)

sushi, again

i guess i’ll never finish them all. i feel like this is two poems in one, and they’re both shitty. cool.

less or more

Sticks and Stones

Catch 22, or Don’t Drop It

Salad Days

I Am The Same.

Insinuate
Fuck all this indie shit, cardigans and plaid used to be ska.
You and your territories.
‘North American Scum’.

Tom Clancy

Have No Fear

Tropical Freeze in a Can

Radio Pure