After all

a woman is what man is not.

a man is what woman is not.


we are two sides of a coin

that keeps spinning.


perhaps this is true.

perhaps not.


maybe a bit of both

i’m just a man after all.


Sunday, 12

The number of unread books on your shelves

is equal to the number of fractures inside your skull.


The goal is to become a perfect sphere.


But the sphere is to gradually shrink, its density viciously increasing.

Till it collapsesĀ upon and into itself.

And then it will pull they body back into the nothing behind it.

Leaving some of your information behind it.


And so it goes.