An abyss of endless depth, of starlike shape. The void. A void he alone can fill, he and his stellar soul, my…
The problem writing ‘The Death Of An Opinionated Lounge Lizard’ is reducing the long…
The bud blossoms…Adorning beauty of its own…No dress…no decorations…No…
I need the cold air in fading lightRemind me of the bodies purposeElemental, like the beginning of all thingsAutomatic…
Modest Super Hero is embarrassed. His alter-ego, Irony Man, is livid.