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...

  Take my heavy head Gorge the gooey emptiness Put a candle in