Give me something that stays right where I left it. Give me time on a wrist watch Chapters marked with satin ribbons. Give me letters looped with black scratches on yellowed paper. Give me recipe cards splatter- stained and dog-eared cookbooks, powdered with flour and...
by: This Mo You’re getting your favorite orifice fucked. Your body is doing it to you. Your body is asking you what you need right now. You tell your body you need them to come for you. They wonder what capacity for honesty with yourself you have; you drool. ###...
Hank William was born in the post dystopian hell scape of the fertile California delta. Raised on the coast amongst coastal elite and the riff raff of society, Hank learned lessons at an early age about oppression, manufactured scarcity, and the fight for liberation....
by: Clarabel “My heart has joined the thousands, for my friend stopped running today” – Watership Down A new ghost darts past the door, a silvery wisp, with sparkling eyes. Every other ghost in the house is woken, From sleep, from respite, from being locked in...
