Backdoorish

July 4th 2022 Centerville, TN 37033

Apache tears, fought for lands: Bears, Creeks, Trails. The clock on the wall reads 5:62am at “The Truth Room” a detective BJ declares “Justice” back at home I was under a spell of concussion, in all black, precious gems on every finger. A back brace and left ear canal popped. August 11th a Purple Piano fell from a 13 story building. Nearly split me in half, after a few fights with the others, I regained my strength, returning to climbing trees and soaring mountains.

Shit factory: Spatial Awareness,

3/3/23

”Im a bloody slave” 3/10/23 12 (high noon after lunch break)

What I have convened in this entire project is Friendship. To encompass societal issues by the use of a theme grandeur.

Captain Kirk (the maintenance man aka boogie man) From the balcony taught me. “Tell me lies tell me sweet little lies” Heckled from above, I stop and stare directly upwards 90 degrees into his Alabama blue eyes that shook with angers darkest fireball.

5th Avenue Doors (Staff Entrance) 2/20/25

Starving for existence, I starve for the crave of desire, my soul hungry as sugar in a tank of misfits-

Scattered, run with the Cronus for he is wooded, the one whose antlers are of twigs. Twiggy he speaks of past hunts and wild goose cases. V is for volume. Bitten by teeth so sharp so so sharp.

At IT fan, black van, shag carpet. I pulled two pencils out of the trash can, smelled them and took a nipple.