there’s a blackbird in the ghost~tree. ghost.heart at my core. drive your tinycar so far away with promises stapled to your reflection in the rear view mirror. see what good it does. . . . we wo… more →
tiny nothing of thingsbeeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: there’s a blackbird in the ghost~tree. ghost.heart at my core. drive your tinycar so far away … more →
beeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: so we played scrabble in the dimpsy room with spinning towers of books and chit-chat. while you plac … more →
beeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: . . SHoooommmmm. ClUNNNGGGGG. . . doors slide so smoothly in oiled runners to boom in iced-up hol … more →
beeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: . . Morpheus: Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? Neo: This can’ … more →
beeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: never met nobody like you, Mamu always got one brown eye on the door your silence stronger than liqu … more →
beeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: just a’keeps on goin a bit like you, you jus keep on goin on goin’on about your poor bro … more →
beeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: wry eye~smiles glide from your inherited throne ‘t’s start at the bottom and l o o p ov … more →
beeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: for four days it hunkered in the beaker frothing at first, a fizzing frenzy corroding deceptively. b … more →
beeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: 1 slat slanty blind ~ lines shine from that screamingsun onto the white wall the white sheet the war … more →
beeskiffle wrote 1 year ago: is warm enough, for now. Matai from La Buca lets her sit and smoke on the bins by the hot air vent. … more →