Christopher’s pulse always raced when faced with anchovy paste splattered most steady, tossed like spaghetti in haste with no time to waste.
Comments closedChristopher’s pulse always raced when faced with anchovy paste splattered most steady, tossed like spaghetti in haste with no time to waste.
Comments closedDevious minds parade torrents of wealth, their dazzling brands erode away our health; we’re throwing a tea party! Justice molds our rage of their proud…
Comments closedShe always longs to run even when baffled by the destination. In this jumbled playpen, each moment of elation surrenders reciprocal torment, since the blight…
Comments closedCorrugated box with floppy wings howling from a gape–that mournful dog. My duty manifests threads unraveled by revelation in Svetlana’s isolated face laminated on cardboard,…
Comments closedGhosts fix me smiling in lists compiling each shedding of whim until my soul shouts to wrangle false doubts while watching the skim in dollar…
Comments closedBrilliant petals kissed by such wispy mist bow to Earth’s splendor without surrender to share life’s perfume in delicate bloom.
Comments closedThe shuffle of conception veils intent behind promised order until every umbrella-opened mind cries out for truth, the liberator, sleep. Surrendering misplaced trust proves the…
Comments closedThe sparrow’s song falls silent upon my dulcimer pulse with collisions most violent replacing verve’s firm impulse. In these kinetic visions I find my current…
Comments closedShe keeps screaming, “Carpe diem!” all while swinging her axiom. Crowds of merchants duck in alarm, slapping the ground to evade harm. Sweaty cries drift…
Comments closedCrumple in anguish at your feet Brainwaves flung, jostled with conceit Every nerve cluster sobs inside Grovel and pine for redemption Your will can’t offer…
Comments closedThe Yankee rancher still blusters in a drawl he barely musters launching holy wars while behind locked doors he offers more head than Custer.
Comments closedSomebody mean once asked Arlene how her routine left her so lean. Whether drunk or on junk, if it wasn’t for spunk she wouldn’t get…
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