I see what wasn´t. A shadow of something that no longer lives with me looks back at me from the bottom of the screen. I see what isn´t, a boy pretending to be a man hiding his desperation with a party smile that fools no one but himself. I see what is...

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"You'll see a woman hanging upside down her features covered by her fallen gown and all the lousy little poets coming round tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson and the white man dancin'" Leonard Cohen-The Future Index of Poems below The Mighty SSD, burning...

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I. I. I. I. If it´s not about me it shouldn´t be about anyone. I´m unique and gorgeous, like an orchard vomiting purple dreams over the freshly cut grass of April. I´m the muse of Lord Byron´s corpse. I´m the wet dream that drenches the thighs of the...

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