Lips as flowers blossoming, Slabs of wet liver. Gasps from channeled chasms, Methane mingled air. You bend. You open. They pay the price...

If the man who sits behind this desk went missing, Another servant’s ass would fill the seat, Perhaps the ass of someone better equipped...

At the cinema with friends, Excluding yourself of course, She had just as good a time As when she once went with you. At the party she...

All the world’s ghosts refused to leave this place And wander now in transience and dream, Existence a peripheral disgrace, A life...