DORSEY

Ghost Cares

Lead me to the Ice Princess. These desert creatures blot out my energy; my entirety. Kiss me with sandpaper lips. I am always falling into these invisible pits. As in dreams they appear yet never at all, and I scream to get out, but soon awake to the bleak realization that I am trapped in worlds where I am Creator of Invisible Pits. They’re so potent, even making their way into sacred dream. The fear and tensity goes on through our vessels, operating like alien, poisonous, spider-likes. Again, I weep. My mission from this point forward must be to get out of here. Once and for all. I do not see (in the pit I am currently within) how my being in this place will have ever any outcome. It’s that feeling of unbearable shame for all living things. Look at us. Look at me. No real direction. So lost, like child in supermarket labyrinth. Helpless - all humanity. Cannot be master except over one another. Always feel as if an end is on its way. Maybe that’s a good reason to keep working steadily. This time I’ve sunk to an all time low. I feel not tethered to what I’m supposed to be. Maybe it’s because of that feeling I am constantly lost. I used to think I was destined to come into success at one point or another. Now I realize that nothing really means anything to me. I’ve got only ghost cares. What is the world up to right now? I couldn’t care less. I love all of the people but the things they do make me want to run and hide. The things I do make me ill. I must keep trying. Can’t slip into even more boredom. Maybe after the first is done, I’ll start having seizures for fun.

I Bring Death

A large pot in the middle of the forest. Burns. The legions hold their banners of red and the villages become disasters as we make our way through. People are crying. Blown to bits. We sit quietly by a river, smoke passes, and I’m getting sick. I used to think so much about nothing important and now I wish I could do just that… just worry about the unwashed windows while I lay in bed, some excitement like shadows passing over the ceiling.