Kissoon's Loop

there is an old darkness pushing on me always, always. there is an old darkness that sits between me and everything. there is an old sad...

The snow falls, wind causing it to swarm like locusts or fleas in chaotic panoply beneath the lone streetlight-- standing upright in 2:3...

I was entertaining the idea of not writing this letter at all, but since I'm having trouble sleeping I might as well do something useful...

on the breast of your hooded jacket: a single tear, shed in the hopes that you'd feel some sadness in your heart before moving on to ...

I want to touch you.  I remember the songs we used to listen to; I listen to them, and I am taken. Backwards in time, my being flies to ...

there is a future-self: smiling at me, longing to embrace me (and I, him)-- as skin embraces muscle embraces bone embraces marrow. h...

Adder-riddled garden; Ritalin-addled brains; Adderall-enlightened hipster bitchcakes go tripping, tromping through the rain.