Inconsistency in the morning Totally wanting about the earth The short shadows foretell a short day How quickly the light fades
This window makes me feel like theyre really listening to me, even when they do most of the talking, and its a real turn-on. This window makes me feel like Im handling items in microgravity without changing my orientation.
The alliance of ships and stars is an illicit one, A tawdry embrace of metal and ink, An obscene coupling of redwood and moon.
My Dearest Louse, I have never loved you, but I dream of it. The gentle feet. The long cool itch of the chitinous