…all the words are boring
Fresh like my attitude and provincial like my sense of reality, togetherness. Trees staring, prying fingers aimed and scratchy, lingering in covalent […]
All the poor souls suffering from depression getting pumped full of mind numbing, emotion killing, lab made chemical bullshit, when all you […]
She’s got holes in her skin where feathers used to be. […]
When late there is a tendency to worry and flap about like a pigeon in a storm. Those days are behind me. […]