myriad of me, multiplyStyle, poise, so eroticallyPoignantIf you can seeMy naked soulBeneath my nuditysad eternally I am surrounded with macabre actors, whose faces are funny but not their lines. They act upon my stage, using up MY time. One day I will find a fleabomb big enough to return them to the nether regions ofContinue reading “Time is Money”
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