PRESSURE PRESS ARCHIVE

inundated with internal tattoos for jim delavern what i want to tell you isn't pleasant, but we have choices to avoid truths.   youthfulness has not earned surrender, hasn't yet lost the battle. rebellions decay, become worthless & petty as this drama, this time with everybody on earth, intensifies over & over.    the horrors shred us all & middle-age is always positioned in cross-hairs, in the fucked center of mine-fields no lie.    you know it's war, the only consequence's loss, all the shit gets worse. everything about everything is culpable, nothing is repairable. the generation we happen to roll into is superficial ideals.    nobody realizes depths are mistaken.    poems don't cut it in the real world we spurt cancerous cum, words are swallowed cum, words for honor mean less, dumb as buddha, obscene as jesus. even silence sounds sick, & churchbells in the city are melodic torture.    let women speak & misogynists are validated. this isn't some macho stance, it's a man in erie saying growing old is resignation. a sigh. youth begins mistakes middle-age continuously suffers with, as humans we're fuck-ups living wrong lives no matter, no matter.