They tell the story of a bride to be.They say her hair was brown and had a waist,as thin can be.She was known for her beauty. For her brown ,beautiful eyes.Her thin waist and her height.They say she used to...

feeling the energy I cringe when I look inthere is my spider, looking to scare mewith frantic desire, it disturbs the spirits who surround mefading in the night, I can see your signature, neonthe red light district, lusts strobemirrored...

And in the fog of stillness, where we see and hear so little:«Do you realize how we are all chasing something in here?The race can wear us down, yet arouse us.»Bees and their somnambulism,With their burden of pollenChasing flowersWho...