—reality’ is nothing more than our dreams turned into banalities.
my mom, she vacuumed everyday. Danchi- I don’t even think she had one…
It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak. Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year. I’m in some kind of hell, […]
they have a voice just never their own always politicized to polarize with emptiness in return I don’t need this right now if ever But still, it never stops