creation

Untitled Ramble

An endless number of versions of ourselves exist in the minds of others…

We should define first impressions differently. The person you thought you met before wasn’t me…

This evening there was a road crew in the streets of the colonial town…

She worships nihilism and thinks it makes her unique…

I only wake up scared–delirious and delusional–when my fangs are not bared and able to reflect the moon…