Round upthe men!Bonus poem:Just Before They Break Our Hearts by Darryl PriceI'd like to say something. I know it's lonely. It's enough to make you want to walk into the dumb hungry teeming ocean waves and shake hands with Virginia Woolf. It's lonely as fuck. We're not…

(no one need fear timidity in our tastes― / we like trying new things, no matter our hastes!)

I’ve fallen beside the sunrise I’ve fallen beside the sunset As well and died I see your face in the shadows under clouds I see your face everywhere And I haven’t even tried But there you are You’re everywhere I look Even when I’m no

It was all things considered a particularly odd sight, which Annalise did not know how to handle. Before her, in flesh and blood as far as she could see, a nearly naked man, stood, partially wrapped with her favorite towel, which was left on the balcony,

everything moved in circles like the music, the booze and the drugs

Senseless, inevitable.

children love to push the gas up and down my limbs

“Well, that depends. Some people, they go to a very good place. And some go to a very bad place. And some don't go anywhere. Just depends on what you believe.

What a mess.

Jo was tailored, Amy was frivolous with ribbons and bows, Meg was plain and sensible; and Beth, who was ill and had no costume changes, wore the same nightgown throughout the dress-up session.

loving yourself, though highly recommended, never seems adequate

If they are all speaking medicine & I / start speaking French - how / rude am I? Would they understand then / what it is to be entirely left out / of the conversation, unseen?

A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs.

I think I lost my mojo. Like a quarter fallen through a hole in my pocket. I'll dispatch a search party. Perhaps they'll find it beneath a bush, huddled against the cold, trembling and goose-fleshed. Or perhaps they'll turn up nothing, and many years will pass. And one…

Nobody buying...

Pointed star, lasso the lost planet’s ring/ My mother’s heart was ripped by lead.

With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/ anything more than a thousand words