lilmountain

Oct
23
Posterized (country song)

Posterized (country song)

I was in my feelings cuz I was off that shit. But like a sugar cube on a cold metal tray I remained pure, so pure.
11 min read
Sep
27
clearpilled

clearpilled

She wants to be an artist, she wants it to be easy, because that seems like the way it’s supposed to be, post-andy warhol, post-internet, post-network spirituality.
9 min read
Aug
26
tent

tent

It’s in dreams that I found my true medium, a place where everything can be fixed.
10 min read
Jul
30
Another Mirage

Another Mirage

His name is a part of me, just like his stories. A fabrication imbued with truth. Or truth imbued with fabrication.
11 min read
Jun
22
A Beautiful Death

A Beautiful Death

You want to be a good friend and you want to be a good person but it’s hard when you like movies better than real people.
10 min read
Jun
01
Signal

Signal

We formed a straight, then curvy, then jagged line as we passed another Baby high up in a Pine tree, looking out while I was looking in, bits of poetry forming in my mind that I threw at the scene, scattered like clues for the detectives to find.
6 min read
May
17
behemoth

behemoth

The poisonous grip of the mountain is loosening, but like any detox there are feelings of grief– Now we’re exposed, there’s talk of needing protection, and of going to Mexico, where whatever money we have left will last a lot longer.
13 min read
Apr
21
42

42

How tripped out is it that it can be a day like any other when suddenly, out of the blue, tragedy strikes and nothing is ever the same again? It sends you reeling, grasping at the details of an ordinary life... I know what it’s like to be finally and firmly on the outside of everything.
9 min read
Mar
31
the tunnel

the tunnel

Will the act of me walking through the tunnel bring him out? Will he appear in the guise of my own face’s reflection in the sheen of water that covers the walls inside? ... Will he be there, in the syncing up of the simulacrum and my awareness of it as such?
11 min read
Jan
31
Cherry Coke

Cherry Coke

He held up the glass eyeball he’d been methodically smoothing by hand, balancing it delicately between his middle and ring finger, like a magician about to do a trick.
11 min read