category : psychedelic
and something alive was dying in the gutter
I would take the things that had no power of their own into my plastic play home. It was there that I pretended to be a woman. I was hungry and bored by the story of the fox and wolf.
like bees around blossoms before ascending to their glass offices in the sky.
I remember when I was a boy, my mother would take me to The Girls club after work. She’d drink her martinis and tell the ladies how she’d so hoped for a girl.
