THE LAST PARADE (for spencer) digital art by spencer selby

i am worse inside than the last parade

i am not documentation

i am a mistake

anxiety bladder, he actually takes my world

u are down a shadow; winter breaks bullshit

my fear is amazing to itself, since itself

i.r.a. hell kitchen; i snapped at 8 am

this couldn’t sleep, remember

be my sleep

another book end or traditions

i am fucking ahead of all the

cards

4 insomniacs were overdramatic

man, even my twilight is a catastrophe

the colonoscopy was scared

baby clinic, shrink sleep

all art is ovarian cannabis

my shitty potential escapes

i terminally fear your money

shadow blood, to hell with this

your face across fucking parallels

unforbidden pleasures against

your face

abdominal woman, the kind

that don’t get out of bed

sounds voluntary

i will die counting everything

fear spreads the world between

my sauna system

fanatical hate has nothing

my diary sleeps at the fear clinic

my rational juicer is overreacting

church stress

a drug greater than a drug

pelvic death charts inspiring

the town

i am failure, dying of ideas

breast wimp, ukraine science

i am objectively happy

chateau faith, overdramatic antihistamines

the church library kills, the magnesium worried

radiation glimmer

generic ham, know your soup likes the system

the x-rays were crazy, i’m done with way anymore

big bad wednesday

i’m just not the future.

donna kuhn (cut-up email correspondence)