Brian

why do I yearn to run again and again through fields of black wheat? aromatic poison wafting through smiles of decoration, and lips so hot they breathe fire upon kisses radioactive signs mean nothing, when chemicals blind and you walk into danger under the guise of free will still, if Jesus stood upon blackened mounts with befouled earth, i would crawl through sludge and over the broken hearted to get another parable

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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