Cold and wet, like the days.
Smile. Better than speech and discovery.
Which is a better word - fulsome or blossom? Blossom. So how come I get to use the other one more, hain?
Walk towards the light, walk into darkness. Either way, you're blinded.
Much has been left behind.
Stop asking me how I feel. It is enough that I feel.
Pursuit. Persuasion. Perjury.
"What does freedom taste like?" she asked. Rain? I don't know. Your thoughts?
Nothingness and a constant buzzing.
Unwell. Like a fever. Like a viral fever? Like contagion. Well, unwell. khyak
Yes, I feel better. Because you only want results. Because there is no truth in what you do not know. How I laugh sometimes.
Voices spilling. and William Butler Yeats.
For you I bleed myself dry. Coldplay. Yellow.
William Rubin, Esq. Him of the pickled liver and artful despondency.
Was cat, now hanky.