Sum of sun

Something anything but relentless sun burning new scars, from graffiti melting to backwards walker catchy tune to male you realize ten to fourteen days are at stake    We strive to be remembered,our joys raise us to the state of consciousness most coveted by this race to be humanoid, and devoid of painful emotions. The … Continue reading Sum of sun

A room of one’s own

George Eliot  Presumably had an opinion about the need for such things  Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time. Indeed if woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance; very various; … Continue reading A room of one’s own

If it’s Tuesday, this must be bedlam 

gud Dont axe me Acrosst the aisle A valaise for your malaise Malaria Jones reporting live from Oliver Stone The cock of gibralter The dame of dunedin I make quirks seem like quarks Die nine lives From bleach inhalation  While battling parasites Planted in my brain and  Spinal column  Cut the cord