Ice Ice Baby

Twenty four on the ice Forty four on the glass Number eleven playing fistycuffs With some guy from the desert Two dollar whisky cola Nachos in the third Heel taps ringing freely From concrete Busy crowd shouting for more Huddled sticks drawn close Black speck released Sent hurling ninety miles west Along the backboard Checked... Continue Reading →


Let it shine brightly, This concept of idea; Polishing viewpoints. I saw you in my dream last night, you wear wearing a purple tutu. I giggled, knowing how proud you were that you picked it out by yourself.


You notice that part Hidden from view Only partially realized A ghost white reaction Draining away willpower Oh strength don't leave me now You look wild from this angle I see the politely asked question Turning you in different directions Eager to address the next one

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