The sky is orange. It is not the subtle fragrance of nakedness that implores me along the earth searching for wet, moist soil; But the fact that I can see nothing but white for miles, and I know the earth... Continue Reading →
the cold is here it is undeniable how it crawls in through the floor freezing your bones as if they were nothing more than pieces of your wet hair sticking in your eyes on the tundra as you drive ever... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 