I would like to taste
Here on the tip of my tongue
The rare libidinous bloom
Of fresh sea salt
And bodily sweat
Mixed with the putrid flowering
Of yesterday's trash
And tomorrow's cologne.
The first thing I saw when I got to Portland was a legion of homeless bums, wandering and chilling in the streets. You might say I just hopp...
It's time for the annual year of reading review. There's a number of books on the list this year that really deserve a longer blurb...
Edgar Degas was obsessed with the female form. This much was obvious just from the few works that they had from him at MASP. I would go fu...
We were out on an outing with everyone else. This was late dream, after I had been on the carride and moved apartments and had that strange ...