anbiowek&#@& ikldf & 2o
Too many things we know with the spastic chasm of our brains quivering just to hang in. A ruckus among us is vibrated to neutral, finally, with lust for old…
Deleted Poem (For A Lady I Know)
My last sentiment Meant merely cents To her high dollar flight And chauffuer caller that night. I feel without when I’m with her She’s in doubt sniffing drugs…