Rust

if my hands were the limbs of my mind I would understand women if my tongue could speak the words and emotion lapped from your cunt then I would know you inside out if you could hold my cock like something more than a toy maybe we could be happy perhaps if we try weContinue reading “Rust”

learning, failing, writing, reading & doing

I learn through meditation I learn through listening I learn through doing things on my own I fail when I rush I fail when I speak I fail through following others who are not me I write about what I know I write about who I am I write what I believe everyone else shouldContinue reading “learning, failing, writing, reading & doing”

facing the truth of my condition

got a bump from a stranger that’s why I feel the urge to expell my heart on paper tonight I’ll admit it yes, I did it he offered and I took powder – coke or E or some other letter of the alphabet I don’t know puffed on a cigar for an hour talked aboutContinue reading “facing the truth of my condition”

being counted and proud

so I’m a living mass relax I’ve just chosen my own rosery down with the ground without making sound delved into depths of a summer sunset knowing my own role runing my own show not at six o’clock when we get our old news and we tie our own shoes and we know it’s allContinue reading “being counted and proud”

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