juanaMay 12th, 1955i was by the lake of office machinery that choked on aristocratic carbon with nothing but the statics on my radio to keep me company and my…Sep 18, 2020Sep 18, 2020
juanapillow coversi weave my tapestry mimicking the vivacious patterns of your brain as you sit sipping your tea in your favourite fine china cup a rendition…Sep 16, 2020Sep 16, 2020
juanaJune 10th, 1955i fell in love tonight with the man down the liqour filled street whom i see staggering his way out of the sinister cursed theatre that…Sep 16, 2020Sep 16, 2020