She’s got blood cold as ice, and a heart made of stone. She’s got two little horns and they get me a little bit… Life is symbolic. Be it a simulation or a simulacrum. Life is tragic, we all need… Read More ›
Month: March 2019
Kestrel relievings My tired family day, genealogy branch I trace the small predatory bird of quietest praise. Shadowy trill, the nosedive thrill. Highest perception of unpronounced skill. Final fantasy destiny to crash and burn upon the pinnacle of man’s temple… Read More ›
“Because he reminded me of someone I used to be,” she told him.