therapist and I, two strangers address the autopsy of a life lying on a table, long and wide scalpels sharp, the slices deep blood needing blotting, together, we cut deeper past the scars of old i
you’ll think it’s just silly, wishing for another moon to keep this one company except, you do know what it’s like, I’m sure, pining for someone at a distance usually one-sided and based on very t
suddenly thrown back to the 60’s how would I defend my possessions, which I use, and comfortable pot of money, which I need? The Establishment was the enemy, material things, the gluttony of our par
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