the madman’s faible nouveau pont (refrain 3) or the fall of jenocide 10132017

all that time it was she who sent me love… love she denied last summer for no reason at all (except i wanted her to be happier in a money- less life). i had a very temporary surplus from the theoretical tetraodontidae experiments. when i am myself i am misunderstood (lost in space, or the […]

the coming storm or how the madman dwindled in the autumn 10092017

whose lips have embraced my lips? i must know (posthaste!) where and why. i forgot my manners (and my sin) and what rifles upon my heart until morning. the rain is just, for this night, full of ghosts (my loving coils and string theories) that touch her heart and thigh. in the glass half-full and […]