Black Utopia

You’re going to the black utopia? Can I go too? Where the sky isn’t a typical blue but a reddish, orangy, golden-sparkly hue. Everyone there is just like you. Selfless, patient, loving, intelligent, enlightening too. Honey pours from the trees and blessings, not death, comes in threes. You and I are the same, of course,... Continue Reading →

Open wound

Open wound Did you hear? There’s an open wound for sale A pretty pinkish reddish tomb deep of a wound for sale A freshly picked scab of a wound; red as a rose newly bloomed for sale Filled with a precious history, located in a place of mystery, glistening ready for a new owner for... Continue Reading →

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