I want this date to last more than hours but you never even made it to the restaurant. It is so fine with me, I would rather eat alone and dip my fries in sauce and eat like a pig and not be judged for using too many conjunctions. I want you, I really do, but I am changing every day into an evolved woman. … Continue reading Date

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Woke up to your sounds some kind of growl similar to Ginsberg’s Howl when magic gloves were something wacky yet poetry still did not mean a thing as the Beat Generation continued their song except me and the few that saw those portals open unfamiliar senses and sounds of lost loves and words so profound our senses were alive with the realization of how tulips … Continue reading empty space