shorts and shortys
ruminations: facade
I wonder if this facade is confused too
Eight.
unfettered about the past, the present still remains
Angst
His pistol’s full of smoke
genies and geniuses
What a hoot it can be
stranger night
a woman loves to be needed
safer together
Don’t go past the daisies
ma
Of course my mother is of metal,
And I of mere chalk
Infidelity 04.16
time is heavier
quantums, visible
crimson, scarlet
all you did was turn crimson to scarlet, and pose as divine- as if you were turning water to wine