Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden.
Rats live on no evil star
Well, one gets out of bed and the planets don't always hiss or muck up the day, each day.
Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.
The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.
being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions