a toast to the free falling feelings of phantom pain
Tag: fantasy
death to the writer he whose body is now but a dream
will the writer in me follow when this soul departs
a hint of spice in coffee mynahs investigate crumb trail
just another lie the tree hidden amongst glass panels
all names lead to one until you become nameless of course
bird chatter nature is crytsal clear on matters of the heart
blasphemy begins with the pentip to the clean slate of mind
at this point war is just another diabolical distraction
disarming the human trap-switch called: ego
