Poems from mattenlacasa
You somehow have been elected to be a guinea pig to be injected with a foreign disease to be used as a weapon for chemical warfare....
Note to self,
The tyranny of your very own self-conscience is the battlefield in which the struggle between critical values and desire...
Corn fields sway, then go silent and stiff.
Not knowing we were about to abruptly
hit the end of this cliff. The commonplace
of love...
Corn fields sway, then go silent and stiff.
Not knowing we were about to abruptly
hit the end of this cliff. The commonplace
of love...