Wednesday, November 21, 2012


Life With Limits

My tireless cellmate slows the beats in my heart just to mask the awful things that have been done to us. Making up my mind like some traveling crime. This slowing life with limits that will never doze. Until you came to. This tiresome stalemate stops the blood to my heart in an effort to cover the terrible things we've done to each other. Wearing make-up to hide, we unravel with time. This speeding life with limits nauseates. Then I came too.

Friday, November 02, 2012


Amygdala Retreat


Horror Centipede

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