My didactic drollery.

I remember when it used to be the place to drive. I would get so excited to see the bouncing slow motion hair; the throaty laugh exposed neck. Your eyes alluded to all of these. I would've stood there forever, after that night. You had me. Then...then is when it changed. And your eyes, the … Continue reading My didactic drollery.


the Aftermath of Debasing Criticism

Don't you know what you do? I'm sure of it.   sundried catacombs extraneously eviscerated subterranean pensiveness   The rhythm lost amongst the lyrics Shiny faced blurtings bordering nonsensical Cast it past the tips of Montawk Point Even past Malibu where they lay down to die   I'm sure of it. More so this time … Continue reading the Aftermath of Debasing Criticism