Scribes from a Muse

    Walking through the night a cold winter day, many of people would stop and say, you look different each and every day. I would pause and say ok, nod to those who thought I was a star, as humble and sleek as a new car. Thus my blackenese is unique, I...

  Subtle dry contemplations of the eternal thoughts we’ve always had, once brought together two hearts separated by the sand bag. Through friendship and lust, companion and mate, many karmic cycles advocate, that the galactic dimension from thus countless...