Some older artifacts (about four years ago). I can see I was groping after something. Did I ever get there? I am not sure. I think I was attempting something interesting.
I can do no more than offer up these pieces to the gnawing criticism of the mouse click
This is our children's inheritance.
Or some unidentifiable creature.
Stations with bare hands.
Sweeter than that of sodomy, practiced passively?
No rational thinking person could be offended.
Coming together we separated.
I wonder where Why HOW
Later the sky turned jet black
He had been rusticated the university spraying.
The relentless attack, the never ending suggestion.