Do you really want to know what I think of magic? Do you? Well, it is not a tastefull answer, considering you might think me to be a practitioner of such. You see, when I was young Jesus or Christ whatever you want to call him let me down. The more I tried to believe… Continue reading Death
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calm exstasy
i hear the pounding of my heart as it beats against the inside of my chest. almost enough to drive one mad, i would say. i quietly pull open my window. the night’s scent is that of fresh air and wet grass… its sounds are of crickets, night-birds, and distant cars. i jump down the… Continue reading calm exstasy
Do you understand?
As you sit there with you’re powdered faces you do not understand. You pass judgement as your eyes glide over me. And with that moment I am labeled, a pettie label, that condems me.
Calling All Rivetgrrls
Hello, no, no, this isn’t about cannabals or demonis lovers. No. This is a blurb about a project of mine that I need your help with. I’m working to put to gether a book that is inspired by one I saw of skinhead girls a couple years back.