All our dooms are small dooms,buried along our paths,waiting for a misstep.
Quiet night creeps on the cliffspaper boats make porridge of the seaIn the lighthouse, we were drowningno fairy tales for our lips words…
Hey, fuckface! I’m talking to you, asshole @realDonaldTrump You miserable piece of human garbage…
Immobile,leg encased in plaster,climb the 30 steps,ascend to comfortand sanctuary.No time to think or talk,no time to writewith too much…