Letters on Love
Self begins exactly like that paragraph ended … with a question, an inevitably shifting question and outcome.
Sainted
I ain’t never been pure white. But I sure as hell ain’t bloodied and scared beyond the usual.
Mother Mo(u)rningstar
I’d sing for you… If i had a better time off this page. Scream to see it through…
Living in a Nightmare
Murder and genocide are NOT patriotism. It’s dominance. Erasure is a play on power, and America does the shit well.
“Take me back to oblivious January[…] A time full of daydreams and restless nights”