they asked Larry if he had any experience workingoh yes, Larry saidmany odd jobs here and therebut mostly thereflipping burgers, cleaning toiletsLarry was a lawyer once for the duration of one casedefending himself in courtwhere he was charged with murderLarry’s defence consisted only of his explanationas to why he had committed the murdertelling the judge about the great tragedyof the clown who told jokesLarry didn’t consider funny enough for a while Larry prostituted himselfto both men and womenand everyone else outside or in betweenLarry gave himself away to anyway that paidalternating his own sex for different peopleshowing them his many…

Larry once got buried under all his own insecuritieshe delicately tried to balance life and all it’s delicacies this life was always somewhat impracticalLarry was hopeless bearing all of these emotionsLarry always knew about but never understood the paradox of himselfLarry decided he wanted to pass a mountaininstead of climbing it, or going around ithe went straight through scratching first his nails away until they bledthen he scoured the bones from his fingers into dustwith his teeth he crumbled rocks inside his mouthstill crawling through his own tunnel fighting the walls around him while complete darkness surrounded himwithout light to…

In the beginning there was nothingand then there was Larryborn out of nothingspat out by pitch black like some unwanted residue he was there and Larry knewinstinctivelythat he was Larry

SADBOY lays upon a operation table, CROWBOY looms above him with many long and thin but strong-looking spidery arms reaching from under his two black wings. In one of them he holds a scalpel knife. ‘It’s time we have a look inside of you. What you won’t tell me you can’t hide inside of you, ha-ha-ha kraahkraah! I’ll fillet you like a fish! get the knife down to your bones! sift through all your flesh, looking for your thoughts! I’ll skin you too, I might even wear it later, I’m so curious! how your skin feels!’ SADBOY wants to flee…

a cut was made through flesh, arteries drainedLarry bathed himselftiny red rivers stream down from his facecovering his body all the way down to his feeta sacrifice madea promise of devotion [a feverish faithfulness]Larry gave himself to it with abandon [to life with a thunderous passion] through death he becameand through life he will be undoneto be born again as something elseto be some other kind of Larry [everything is kinda Larry]to always be a part of itmaybe baptised in a different way— someone else’s blood, a different liquid, a different everything baptised with the soft touch of waterbaptised with…

I despise most of my own poetryhave no idea what all these words are supposed to besome far away melody, melancholyI’m vomiting, can you hear it?are you listening?fears following thoughtsfools chasing dragonssee my substance dependencyswallowing dubious amounts of everything I can getlet me be me – I want all of itfeelings consisting of something don’t worry, my consistent abuse of things is medicinalit’s either all the way or nothing for meI want it all or I want to stop all of itI got stuck inside my thoughts againI just need a little something something to calm my mind just enough…