Listen.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Trudge behind death trough an ugly void
The winter sky could crush a shadow
The moon screams like music over iron-black seas
Cool whispery language rusts my blood
I won the office “magnetic poetry” contest with that one.
Several species of small furry animals living together in a cave and grooving with a pict
“I guess it is possible for one person to make a difference, although most of the time they probably shouldn’t.”
In Flanders fields the poppies grow…
Unforgiven
One of these days I’m gonna’ cut you into little pieces.
He was fitted with collar and chain.
Designated Optional Signature at Bottom of Post
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.
…I dunno I was really drunk at the time…