land of
dreams, imaginary places
We are the
lost, in the company of strangers...
how do you hide this need
Looks like fascism
unattainable
separation
understanding what i know think feel
group
behavior under attack
a song for my adonis in property class
under the spotlight
collection
plain
life
loving
you would mean loving me and that's something i could never do
i
wonder
shakespeare's
garden
controlling
metaphor as suggested by my ever know-ledge-less teacher
slim
pickings
when
words can't thread doilies
the
(un)cool story of growing up
the
knife pill gun
the
devil's truth
The
hat of a criminal
images
of sara
adam
In hopes that oddfellas might find a home
i think i'm disillusioned with everything. i always see
dreams.
and i wonder
about me
and i'm really...
not dreaming.
wish i could.
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