i can’t
i can't i'm not going to be able to remind you to go if you've never been there i try and describe ecstasy but it comes out as poetry…
what about all the cats
what about all the cats all great writers are lovers of cats hemingway kerouac vonnegut cats cats cats dogs are fine cats are refine little monsters with murder mittens teeth…
moon aflame
moon aflame the moon aflame i am looking for a home for my love storage and comfort kisses and warm cookie dreams binding together all the days upsets upstarts upheavals…