Aaron J. Marko

and i scream at you to wake up, you talking brick wall. your time is almost at an end and you are still left babbling in my ear endlessly. your eyes dance and shake like gelatin. you are the hollywood babylon and the glass shards sticking in my feet. you are the god of fools and sailors drowning at sea. when the sun goes down, i feel white static invading my limbs. email hatred & money to balthazar13@hotmail.com

p.s: the revolution of the word is once again upon us
p.p.s: i am currently growing a beard.