the bottom wasn't the bottom it never existed it was just home, the golden fish would tell stories of a land bathed in light kissed by soft air- we huddled around her stories of fulfilment and life, we prayed to poseidon to bring us; bring us to the land of the free, where goldy stayed-… Continue reading bottom of the barrel
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space travel
you decided this earth wasn't good enough so you aimed for the sky scoped rifle takin' pop shots rain fire on our home bombarded hail sent a post card from mars replied with a mars bar an empty picture frames a half written song microwave pizza & today's paper garfield is still undefeated you use… Continue reading space travel
Saint's Muse 