Consumption |
today i coughed up blood. i fear consumption.
"a shot of calvados for breakfast, that'll sort it"
Well ok, il try that then.
Posted by on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 03:25:00 GMT |
a poem simply entitled my tortured, aching soul |
When in love
one would not see
a dove
up above
i wrote this one after smoking bannana skins to invoke the muse
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jan 2006 06:39:00 GMT |
