Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Sanctuary Until my voice starts trembling, I do not know I am upset. Until I realise that, I do not want to leave this safe haven, this quiet white room with a its plastic glasses full of wine and its talking girls, I do not know that the last thing I want is to return to a cold, empty flat where rodents scamper across my bedroom floor. The dish behind the dresser is red, filled with tiny green seeds. The dish does not say 'Eat Me'. It does, however, say 'Posion'. Maybe the mice can read. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower