A plump paranoia gnawing decrepit peacestunted contentment dispirited by pitfalls,your own…
I try hard not to hate whiteness. The world doesn't need the added mess of my hate…
“Let them have what they work for and let that be enough, no need…
We've achieved all and lost…
that part of me that’s solitude…the sea of me…spoons decades into pillbox empties,icons…