Before We Die before we die, we must be sure to read the book of longing .. maybe together under an ancient yet still white foaming quilt and with a rogue bough tapping against our well steamed up bedroom window .. for I know that you...

His voice is often like velvet.Soft and fine.Whenever he opens his mouth to speak. His words and tone is never bleak.When he sings,angels above hear it.And invite him into Heaven early. They find his voice beautiful.Whether talking or singing.Doesn't matter. Once,twice.Even if...

legendary pain, occult fiction mixed with brutal honestyI'm a tortured soulwaving a peace sign for like kindredsjealous of those who are living life large with real smilesmy sunshine illuminates from eyes, large looking like poolshappiness stutters, it only lasts...