* your tone harsh accusing pushing me far testing me . i’ve no rooms for games we could have had a large house . i would gave settled for a bedroom 24/7 no restroom and such you vomit everything out . even what wasn’t on the table fear is a dangerous stimulant . . Filed […]
The London Hours, 2012
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* the bus coming forward carrying large cumulus completely white . in the front windshield what was on my back i would have not seen . restlessness won’t leave never taking a trip far since he’s gone . the brightness pierces i cannot stand waste days thrown void . driving down the circle we’ll get […]