If mirrors were liars, if neurons were cowards, I’d not be so quick to escape with the dower of that murky dream’s promise of weddings…
As some things are forgotten to make much more room for this swelling brain, cased and unnormalizably doomed to repeat this facet until I get…
I’ll donate you this moment here, as I stand crying silently in a room full of commotion over a poor fool who’s coccyx caught a…