hypnotic sexiness takes stagesuch an enticing beautiful thingcasts a glitterized powerful trance, aka, the strip club glaze…
Call me Ishmael…
they met
i spend all my time killing you nowadaysis it borne out of necessity or of a whim?why shouldn’t i…
Plastic division; amidst
the inevitable collision:
A microcosmic city
In a tragicomic destiny.
Floating down the wharf as the storm rolls in,