after closing myself, chirping were the walls of time, glued were the doors of tolerance – and I was in my last hour of excited neurons. Do not read me for details, flow in your own reflection of nude… more →
awakeningpsychewrote 7 months ago: after closing myself, chirping were the walls of time, glued were the doors of tolerance – and I was … more →
wrote 11 months ago: Held back from torrid promises. She shrivelled, with ageing clock. After a course of meal she had a … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Do it. Come do it. Fear of rejection it is. I know. Still do it. Mayhem in the streets. Do not care. … more →