dear old teardrop sit and watch the rain watch the river pass commit your words of sadness on the bluegrass in this blues glass bleed in passion minus one is zero always and the spirit is not eternal is multiple this gloomy excess will energize your loss that´s what you need free indeed fluid dear… Continue reading tearsalt

survival means more life?

I can kill you a zillion times - back, forth, back - you remain a post-taste, something unrecognizable, even more violent within the rise and fall of life. The true nerve, my creation, no other longing but circling around the oven, considering its adornments while the cake ignites. I am god: not