there is poetry inside of your skin. find the madness that forms words and cling to it.

find the girls with soft skin, all pink and wet and meatslick on the inside. open them up again and again and again, between her thighs and a thousand smiles to god.

find that fuckery inside you which gives off the airs of someone holier than thou and strangle it. give up on affectations and disregard your own thoughts of superiority.

watch the shadows in your veins, watch them bleed darker and darker between the crooks and corners of your hand and follow them into the depths of your elbows, into the folds we cannot reach or see. do not be afraid of these dark creatures that are swimming in your bluegreen dusk channels. they buzz under your skin and you must cut them free.

do not be afraid, for you are nothing but this body.