Tag Archives: freedom

Golden Pavement 

It’s a wide fucking street, but somebody’s gotta cross Fallen Stars Road.

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broken

I love the red i see in your eyes. Like bones of your soul. A skeleton of desire and passion behind your ultimate fear. drawing me in unarmed. Surrendering guns, arms, daggers at the request of a sideways glance.  And … Continue reading

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No More Words

I’m going to have to abandon this any minute now. This writing life. The writing life right now. But I also have that feeling on a daily basis—that I’ll have to abandon it. Not for something sensible or anything. But … Continue reading

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Anything red

Red heads, blondes, and blue-eyed babies the pale blue apple of my soul. Jack Sprat and baby fat. Meditation Medication. Sandal slip fell down the hill with weed in hand as the old lady lace watched kangaroo condoms get gobbled … Continue reading

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cooking breakfast naked

Yeah.  That’s what I’m doing right now. And it feels so good. VERY heathen-y 😉 felt like it was something poignant-ish to write like perhaps it would lead somewhere creative or launch me into something. It hasn’t … but I … Continue reading

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