The Happy Meditator
With a leg-cross onto his skateboard, he cropped himself from the mirage. No longer afraid to be discovered […]
With a leg-cross onto his skateboard, he cropped himself from the mirage. No longer afraid to be discovered […]
Above it all or just apart, you watched from the edges, a half-smile quirking your lips, not a smirk exactly,
For the barbacks and the line cooks, this one’s for you, for the jostle and bustle of busboys hustling tips,
The sex is only good if we’re totally fucked up.It blurs how wrong we are for each other.—Alexis Rhone Fancher
We visited the hotel and it was a tombstone now. We had stayed as sunburnt sunglass laden tourists when it
It was a city once. That much we know. People began it. Machines mostly ran it. And faces of the