Fight (me) club

I really shouldn't be talking about it. I'd be breaking the first two rules if I did. Metatrope won't drop the soap on a rope. Might need to wash your brain with my wisdom manifesto, though. Lather, rinse, repeat. Always repeat. I am Tyler Durden (or should I say Tyler Durden is me?) and I … Continue reading Fight (me) club

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