there are no more roses. i hear a squeak and know the ` roaches are coming. around the house, i played until i wore myself out, handing each marble to minds of self-pity. ` i cower now to think of it.… more →
The Gay Hackerwrote 1 year ago: there are no more roses. i hear a squeak and know the ` roaches are coming. around the house, i play … more →