Blog (2023)

The “f*art”.

         There'll be other ones after this one. They just keep on comin', and comin' from them—darn. The drums beat me down like a madman; to some, the divine has abandoned us; surrender to closure and the end. Everything's throbbing in my stomach. It feels as though a tornado is raging inside of me, and I'm being turned inside out like a drill as a result. I can't take it any longer; it's beyond my strength. Whether you like it or not, there's nothing you can do about it; it's coming—the "f-art".