Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Walking down the Halloween night on the streets of the ghosts
Where a grin and a glass of Bloody Mary
Stole the show
We giggled and we juggled on the cloaks and the blood stained forks
As the frozen hands touched the shrunk breasts of those who lie under the lost graves
As a thorn pierced my wrist and what poured out was a delicacy much relished
Of those whose abode were the webbed streets and celebration
Once again the Halloween night on the streets of the ghosts
Monday, August 09, 2010
Saturday, August 07, 2010
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