undead priest of mine
Drive try mire dire stye pyre sure sign sigh divine —
prose for the masses
Helium hell halitosis hello
Freight trains on fire, on fast tracks, out of control there.
This Hole by Misty Rampart
Your touch is painful and every time I get you in the car
Death of the dark red flood every month brings her laughter radio high on jive together we dance now we are free agents I spy…
Hey how are you people out there?! Hope all is flowing well like a fine red on a winter’s…