Life held by stagnation,Cut away from all contexts.No goals remain,Nor any objectives.Time continues to pass on by,Amongst…
scorched throatsoft tissue sun-dried on a toasted baguetteserve me up,sirstir and stir until i’m ready to be sold to the…
When we think our thoughts are only a spoonful deep. What exactly is it that we mean?
The heart on heat, a fire burns withinA longing flame that never seems to dimIt’s an endless…