I am in New York. The weather is amazing and all that business. Here are some pictures... poetry shall be coming "soon".
Take a bite you silly creature, it's only my heart.
Like fornicating in a hurricane.
We leave rationality behind.
What is this wicked peace that prays upon me?
I bow to you enchantress and await orders to self defeat and self destruct,
we just stare into eachothers pitifull faces and guess eachothers pain until the thoughts become oine giant scar.
As the stars explode in the sky...
leaving us with unbearable black voids.