life?it is as it isas it always has been in the ocean of houri am the black sheepbut without a shepherd ; and i will wander whateverplains i want to t..
even you wouldn't be afraid to killno one would ;if there were no law at will.the issue isgetting you to admit it after wakehowever ; you remained sub..
This is another one of my out-of-control prose poems, and conducted at the ridiculously early hour of 5 a.m. I'm sure you'd prefer I put my restlessne..
Myra Hindley livesand it is not in your place to decide whether this is an element of fact, opinion, illusion or delusion; just as it is not your plac..
Right now I sit in oceans calm to the constriction around my body. These waters calm, notlike before when waves slapped me from all angles; rocked me ..
I stood in the shower, my scalp drinking warmth.I drew dismembered figures on the steam of the glass door; and signed my name beneath a tattered limb...