Spencer Linford

“I looked up death in the dictionary one day Just to see what the dictionary had to say It’s the complete and irreversible cessation of life functions Which is not very poetic but it’s precise and clean And if you analyze it what that means is When they’re gone, they’re gone”-Dan Reeder

I work late Nights stocking shelves Making sure everything is Straight. It is not much of a living, but I live. There is a boy Hardly over sixteen Bent and tired Who comes in at four in the morning To breakdown Boxes with a knife. We call him the Ripper. The Ripper and I, work…

I remember your soft skin, The smell of your ear, The way you fried the eggs for breakfast. I have stopped eating eggs since you Left. It’s hard to stomach what could have been life When everything else has Died. My memory is like a tree now, Maturing with time and providing a place to…

Like most of existence, answers too are acts of faith.

The less we remember, the more complete the belief in our memory.

City life closely mimics the dead.

Daydreaming is symptomatic of a life adorned with the decorations of escape.

Is there anywhere to live besides the mind?

Time is the only true master.