garbage juice
Jesse Black
seangadoury
norm
Rob Nagy
darren
shitisbadnews
Mathew Reynolds
Tom Nagy
frenchypink
kaleidoscopeflux
Emma Smith
Travis C
senecaantony
Cosmetic Plague
WELcome::::The ar(t)/space/(t)ime-collective/coefficient-initiative is an expandingultimatelyeverlastingcollaborativecooperative, experimental+online ART parent resented by two(3) or more earnest quipsters from southern Ontario Florida. or maybe just some jerks. arttime is especially important. art time is synergy. arttime is.
We aim to please, ourselvesthat is: our mission is one purely ofmasturbation. join us. its free.
-the collective
Whatever I’m writing about whatever I’m feeling is conceited and contrived.
It doesn’t matter that I don’t have the courage to be truly truthful about anything that matters. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Wondering how these words feel knowing all along that they’re a waste of time makes me wonder if they’re trying to convince themselves that they’re not.
i don’t believe that words can feel, dude.
Poems are totally gay but i read yours :)
haha, yes! thank-you stefan!?
Death is the road to awe.
facilis descensus averno.
I lift the pack off the ground, feel its heft on my shoulders.
I’m walking now, unburdened.
The weight of my world left behind.