Babybel – Day 201, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

An abundance of cheese coagulates after sitting for several minutes and harms your flesh overtime.Blood does so to clog an open wound regardless of how careless we become.Even after death,Rigor-mortis,The warmth in our bodies stay put as each flailing pound of skin goes cold.There's,Something special about the lives we live,What fuels us to move forward... Continue Reading →

Receipts Of Seduction – Day 199, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Seduction.The art of a Harlot,Whether or not heir weary palms are forced for production,Of a dollar withholding debt,Owed to women and men,Hoping to suffice in other ways besides an hour in bed just,To live a quiescent life where no smiles are had…Where love dies in the hands,Of a soul who's already dead inside… My prudence... Continue Reading →

A Train Of Thought

"If she wasn't a bitch, then she would understand why I'm not around so often," Jean said in response to his 4 year old daughter, In the 4 train, After asking why they don't get along in their broken apartment... "She thinks I'm a fuckin' bum as if she was born so flawless." Sitting across... Continue Reading →

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