Precious little mingle fling, I’ll push two fingers through the ring if that’ll make you love me more. Your hatch is patched up by a sore. Makes the mute and tone deaf sing for more.Ring ding ding, curtains up,...

Cold winter nights and freshly fallen snow Casting thoughts against a pale reflection Seems kinda random impeding on the flow To navigate our world with no real direction Cigarette smoke lingers in this conversation Ideas whisper of relevance to...

  "I would really like to help you Miss Jane but Mr Vanlian is not here," the hotel receptionist was shooing me away but I stood my ground. I wasn't going to let some minor technicality from seeing him. If...