mecca

Time bleeds and eventually We become the archaeologist’s dream We become mecca So few ever realizing That we are the discoveries Inherent of a rare planet On this serious earth We are the buried treasures Born of stars and roving eyes Of pleasures impregnable Inconceivable to the ants Massacred in droves With each bare footed […]

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t e r r i b l e

it was somehow, always the least deserving of muses provoking the most prolific of prose the reasoning seems that pain translates beautifully onto paper chaos ripens into catharsis  and inconsistency appears to be utterly inspirational so perhaps it goes without saying writers have terrible taste if only they chose their lovers as carefully as their covers — […]

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