Knowing It Was You

last night a million steel horses ran violently down deep into the depths moving acids uncovering that that lay rotting screaming before dying men made condoms to contain seas of unrest- a part… Continue reading →

Around 50 or so. . .

i would like to die high on a shroom trip under negro sunshine with rhyme scheme and time lak awakening enveloped while june bugs shoot romance eyes at springs turn and my queer… Continue reading →