the collective soul of a nation
in sorrowful moans...
panic stricken existence
beats a syncopated tune of disbelief.
possessions robbed by the power
contained in the surging salt.
alone she sits~
though many shall claim to rescue her~
needing the comfort contained
in the most simplistic of devices...
that which once meant all,means nothing.
the only thing tangible now~life.
they wailed like a rusty trumpet,
the horns and sirens did,
and she awoke in a flash,awoke in awareness
yet dazed and secluded.
liquid hell exchanged person for person.
...now she waits and weeps.
a haunting bellow that tears at the core
and pulls compassion
from the abyss of decay.
a fragile silhouette
frozen in time by the snap,whirrr~
mind of minolta...
she is the modern incarnation
the essence of what is not seen.
once again the images scream
but will anyone feel?
the beat of the bass bumps. baby, it's cold outside but warm inside and fingers slide along curves which s...
Damon looked at the number on his phone again. Yeah. He was sure he didn't know who the hell it was. He wasn't in the...
i say got dam what a rush! leaning back taking in sensations from friday night libations while visions of bouncing ro...
In you I found~ Surreal and uniquely bound~ a treasure trove of delicate sweets. An escapee from roget's tantalizing my ever...