distant of thought, I try to come backpainful regret, I left at allseemingyly simple but I got lost in the mistsa forgetful soul wandering through the badlandsnothing but crows and mebits of flesh and marrowmy body up on a...

              “Call me LeVar Burton because I’ll read the rainbow of a dike ho Putting it to her creamy cunt real slow-so let it snow-let it snow,              “Spreading sweet thighs with a strong but firm grip Now I’m a front-face witness...

They tell the tale of a cursed forest.Many walked in and never came back.The forest is dark,gloomy. And dogs warn and bark.The trees are tall and covered in leaves.Others not as much. And have dying leaves.They say,if you step in you...

Mom never discussed the loss of her first baby or the events of that day much after that, maybe once or twice she brought it up to me later in life. Matter of fact now that I think about...