Growing is a trade known by few why must these vines leave such welts the kind that wont fade. The kind you settle with and soon enough equipped with...
What is this place? The floor is black, thick with shag. Wall's paint chipping from the natural wear and tear, fogged mirrors reflect vacant rooms in ..
Time pulls it's transfixed pulse of voids consolated into a gigantic absence. This spoken drama playes as if it is broken down syllable by syllable. I..
Just when things begin to fall apart is when they are actually falling into place.
We are all just too disturbed to identify with the pending peace.
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Bleak begins to seep through my essence as yet another order is made. On today's menu we have a hot appetizer of "where would you like me to put this..