or, STFU with the Doom Porn Already.
It’s a gray, cold winter morning. I open the front door and gale force winds push me…
It’s been already the second night of questions. The second night of longing for perfect answers. The second night of…
Angled, just so,nose aquiline profiledrepeats itself, a scoreof sights defiledby smirkand sidling squintthat lurk’side lips, ’neath…
Can one unsinksun horizon’s brink to clear once more, yesteryear here, now, as before? — that timein rhyme with climeso prime —…
Likea thiefin the night, fatecrept up unannounced, from behind: a blind date that stoleinto sightin the bright…
Are wereallygoing backward? — seeinglife ledand road traveledunravel,a reelrun in reverse:a review — dramakarma — of heaven…
i hate you from around the world, even as these four wheels rotate