About Me
Drooping stares and stars, an alabaster night. Eyes of pictures and birds, over listning portraits of those long existed, present though they spite to many woes.
To woman always nothing. Opium kites in the woodwork of melting time. The water of human nature fades away like concrete in the sky. But hastes not to a brilliant fate.
Ahroma kindles flight.
Silver Imitates paper.
Leather from the dog.
The buzzing wont cease to sound. Somthings on the mind of catipillars gnawing at the light fixtures.
Eyelashes in a line on an eyelid.
Gold leaf adorns a distant kiss to one so lost and never found again as Locusts play chess on the upturned board of checkers...
