In a world where perfect exists,A silent death is all there is,Hiss and howl until you growl…
“He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad. A gentle…
The Ghost
she tucked her hairbehind her earlike a cigarette,waitingin a womblistening topunk rockplucking drupewhile hefinger fuckedthe middle…
his feet wadedin the cross-stitchedundertow with arod and reelbeside a navy blueand blonde hairedTuesday.his eyes lookedback…
I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to…
she was drinkingpink lightningin the corner,talking towhite rabbitsand rootless trees,waiting for thepills to kick in.