# # From the Notebooks of ...

Brother, I Can See Your Skull.

Brother, I Can See Your Skull. - The Coreyshead Blog

From the Notebooks of …

Inside this morning:
leaves, a shoe
dried cereal
pictures of you

May the sages stay drunk
I don’t want what they have

“You have a bad attitude.”
“Yeah? Well, my attitude is like my underwear: I’d change it but I’ve become so accustomed to the smell.”

… looking at me over chapped lips …


The Art of Frump

We will peel the glint from your meat and strip the bite out of your dog until you’re nothing but dry suck, bad apples, and old thoughts.

Semper Fi?
Simper Feh …

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