the hot lake of food and sorrow
nothing after this is true - real-time hyperfiction is #dtf The newborn mosquito is drunk with desire and hunger as it attempts random approaches to my face, the promised land,…
she kept saying things i didn’t want to hear
I need to stay focused on what's important right now. It's not a woman, or a band.
soul love
I have left the building. My words continue to echo and bounce around the empty halls in search of a listener, a reader, a lover.