Like The Shrike

In the undertone there are the wasted notes of a man who lost his voice. The shrike laughs behind his thin mask and swoops the sage seeking a sharp contrast to the self inflictions. It is not completely understood other than to say that he, like a bandit, was also seeking. For shrike, the voice …

A Vomit Page

blah blah blah blah blah blah…. can’t sleep and back is killing me.. damn air mattress on the floor syndrome.. wondering how long we can keep the facade.. the moon rose in a way that only can be described as once in a life time.. no words can describe what everyone already knows and understands …

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