After the dust had cleared it became apparent that no amount of destruction could layer and soften the pain with a cushion of dove grey silica....
Skipping over the read bead my eye does not count it, and I try to add another gold bead before I realize my mistake. How quickly the eye...
Hallmark: Buddhist Sect "Sorry that you're dead... Better luck next time."
Edible and deep- a radio act ivating black light special: 7 dollars down the secret W. side alley where Mrs. B will cook up a big pot of shadows...
To the almost never wases and the has been heroes the scattered starlet shrieks to betighted shadows Hamlet you’re an oxymoron tracing your toe...
I like them crispy and brown with butter mmm... That little joint like a truck stop left of the red light, east of the highway. Once the waitress...
With two minutes left I ask my Samoan if he knows the answer to number 12. I always have a problem with that type of thing and it's not that I...
You are an ere -or on the side of caution you drop the impulsion for tear (ing) -or deep inside the motion of wary faces the crazy rare -er,...
haha, actually that was one of my more sober moments
"Little plant you have grown All winter long by the wetness of my tears" These are absolutely percfect lines.
Come on people, spoken word!
I grew up here, in America where tyranny is spoon fed into the dreams of stark souls across the globe in it’s humble masquerade as democracy....
Thanks everyone, glad you liked it.
Tonight under violet wings the sky trembles into your hands and your fingers stroke the clouds into wispy architecture And beneath the broken...
Leapord Print Oh, soft synthetic camouflage, in waves of wind like fall leaves shifting, shifting in a mottle of blurred vision and light,...
True, but spectators can give only advice. You know that. :p
Here are the more important ones, tamed by the iron tongue and mouths too dry and hot for salivation. Here are the quiet cheeks, scarred by the...
Haha, thanks guys. (The bat scene cracks me up by the way). Osiris you are quite right as usual, thought the circle may escape us we are happy...
Thanks for your encouragment and spelling hints...late hours destroy my cognitive abilities. :)
I trace a line from freckle to freckle. A red trail the Judas of my nail borrowed from the blood. With ayahuasca eyes we were convinced of lines...
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