
What Good Is It To Touch A Wound
if you do not know how to without emptying it of anxious colors we are all rotten with choice but photosynthesis
if you do not know how to without emptying it of anxious colors we are all rotten with choice but photosynthesis
JESUS DOESN’T LOVE THE LITTLE CHILDREN AS MUCH HAS HE USED TO ain’t that just the gotdamn truth? red & yellow? nope, don’t want em’
First, my father with his guitar and mellow tenor like a campfire, after a septennial of babies, bulimia, depression that clung like woodsmoke. Then, my
I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my
Terra Incognita And I’m generating, I’m generating, oh my babies by the millions where will you