Statement of intent

Somewhere along the way I lost myself and sense of purpose. They're scattered all throughout here like shards of porcelain. In all my frenetic singing and dancing (figurative prancercising) I've basically stomped all my pieces to dust, I can never retrieve them. I can prance, walk like a dance, everyone check out my pants. I … Continue reading Statement of intent

I am a conch shell

She sells her soul on the sea shore Salty and salivating, lapping licking labour She sells her sex and some part of herself Slip and slice her her skin tonight, pouring of the bowls Arrrruuuuuuuuugah hooooooorrrrnnn Eyes starboard the knight sky, ships off the water fall Cliff and axe to cleave her face, heft through … Continue reading I am a conch shell