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...

             “In an abandoned Yucatan village on the shores of the CaribbeanThe cries of a child could be heard coughing and screaming,            “But miles around the village nothing dared make a soundEven the wind refused to blow or a...

             “The fight between her, her husband and the invader did not last long  Now they were prisoners of this foul place, dragged away from their home,              “Her whimpered whines echoed weakly throughout the...