Poems from Earthling
Purely dependable on a luminescent screen, whose naked now. With out the cloth, remove the skin, that is the changeless truth. The skin...
Tell me where these flaws derive from? Itching from the grass under our feet; to the hands we so dearly want to hold. Is there a text book...
Tell me where these flaws derive from? Itching from the grass under our feet; to the hands we so dearly want to hold. Is there a text book...
How am I and how are we unified, the faces we produced and the clothing we prepare coagulate with our desire to work, to function together...