walking down the altar with fear clenched near; sifting through the reframe
currency of ideals can move the world. any monetary disposition tends to lead humanity down a perilous path. we witness people bend and...
Rough day? Rough week? Terrible month. A year that leapt too far? Lay your head down. Realize that pillow is still soaked with blood, sweat, tears from the night before. Hence, the moldypillow. This blog is about that struggle.
And everything that follows.
walking down the altar with fear clenched near; sifting through the reframe
bestow me with your hue... anything but black for darkness is familiar
trodden to become three dimensional with multiple loci unless you change the rug
child of noise neutered for lustful seconds
sideline hyphenated by gorillas without their bananas
malt vinegar brews even the dimmest bulbs
pirouette redundancy breaks monotone
nagasaki in the night time
make denim cry & face turns blue
more cake, they shouted.
fall back into space and listen between the lines, the ripples
groom your toast and discard the corners
peter piper picked a disappointment last tuesday