Bluegirl

"Such a big manThe one with the lookHow do you pick themFrom the crowd of bodiesof decay and stinkof paint and sprayThe wannabe artistsIn the shallow end of lifequoting prose Feeling nothing butImporta..."

"Happiness in a pillthe paint peels awaythe flaking coatthe knife is lonelypills gather dustoptions are storedthe smile colours a faceand the leaves settleonce again in the puddles Written October 9th,..."