in which,, thoughts are shared -- ghoul34t3r

have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

my heart becomes worthy

when God looks at me He sees God (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

poetry is a visceral string of four years of summer

of seismic homosexual incisions made in the brain of a 1950's nihilist

you are the sun and i am proxima centauri: a low-mass star, too faint to be seen, yet closest to you

drown in ichor.

this is about kids and skin and young hips on young hips