Mind in the energy jumping from molecule to molecule, spiraling around the stalks of bones and reaching toward the sky.
Romy, hiding in the willow branches one moment, lying on his bed and looking up at Mary the next. He
i’ve found you, silhouette, bent, shrunken shriveled but still, you never weave or bleed or feel regret never seem to
“…and in that day of stone it was given unto the ape like preachers with heads of skull and jawbones
my eyes can’t see to know through blind dust tragedy so blessed on my way i go, I just dont
Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step
“There is an opening in the back of my skull. That is where i get the muscle tension, chief. At