william burroughs – the wild boys
William Burroughs is one of my educators, one of my major inspirations as a haphazard wordsmith. Without any doubt, his […]
feelings which consume me…
Do YOu truly understand what you are? As in, a creature born to have the potential for so much good […]
A letter for Sage Francis
Dearest Sage, I have wanted to write to you for many moons, but such impulses have been restrained and crushed, […]
What body part do you find the most attractive over everything else? And what part of you do you think […]
notes from a rum soaked sophist
Im a warped wombat with the heart of an ocelot cub, the spirit of a Spartan, the deviant desire of […]
an ewok emotive core…
She is my pet kitten, soft and playful, driven by a near constant search for mischeif. She is my mouse, […]
born in pain
Born in pain, Cruel enough to end his maternal entry point to this realm, Passed around like an unwanted, troublesome […]
SOmetimes I feel foul…
Sometimes I feel foul, I feel like closing myself down, Turning the dan tap OFF to all but those whose […]
Scrambled transmissions from Planet Cod (4): earmarked for Destruction
Scrambled transmissions from Planet Cod (4): earmarked for Destruction ———————————————————————————— We met by chance…A wet dreary afternoon in Manchester, several […]
scrambled transmissions from Planet Cod(3)…The happiest blonde.
Scrambled Transmissions from Planet Cod (3): The happiest BlonDE ———————————————————————————— Nature reclaiming the streets…A Snow blizzard in April I like […]