(2013)
Subtlety’s speaking, cradles inten… claver’s murmurings, missives’ def… honesty addled, stillness rejects sensitive Confiteor so kind; brutally, irksome squabbling pract…
“moreover, no public woman resides… but all such abide outside in the… What a vast number of these there… It is a certain fact that there ar… Of them living by prostitution. A…
Of a frigate, maggot, and / or fag… on any sun rise’ morn, which would… easy enough; this question’s poise… for me you ask; IAM all three of… In flights of current’ course and…
read a few more books, and you too, can find higher words of wisdom and humanity... although it appears this consciousness dwells only in a book... sorry state of affairs for the mocker...
Poetic writes speak volumes too, this profound nature of humanity; expression’s glyph or determinatio… each soothing rhyme or base profan… provoke of consciousness that drif…
If defined as finished, or an ending to one’s episode’ ode to ends or green’ to spinach yours is no worse than that of a Spaniard’ trip to [Mexico]
Globalization, to gobble this nati… amidst the future generations lost… equals, no more humane presence, this mass, the all of US out sour… society’s scourge, the profiteers…
Without worrying wanting more and more pleased, that time allowed me this outer layer skinned and shorn finally is this pallidness, precis…
As the fly to flypaper ribbon; i.e… I am the macro to these micro, par… of the theoretical substance beknownst to L.E. Boltzmann as th… What the chuckle, or that silence
heaven, escaping hell, over the Earth; from which we came, our moment of birth; to imagine, reality,
Welcomed, your minds to this universe within layered throughout, these time folding tissues therein is this disturbing you? finding
Silence holds me as it’s prisoner my self’ inner child cries out for a complete release from solitude; does not quiet, a soul s…
My life, bleeds into the well of this pen; its point to skin, life’s caustic sin; at loss, this connection,
somewhere, beyond my soul’s profundity the middle of all the madness comes apart feelings made worthless,
The waning world yet slowly turns, around it’s blazing sun it sorely… nation’s whim, turned alee again, weakness trends, as wonting strife… moment tossed in each mind’s torme…