Hidd*n Citi*s.


"We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart's grown brutal from the fare..."

--Y*ats


"...the holocaust
of the poorest of the poor..."


This azury pink dawnlight, swiftly lost.


affadavit of off · salt
adorns · patchouli avowal
without utmost · pools afar
doors of affadavit · asking
raucous slalom · storm basilisk
adjourn · pools crystal


On my victrola- F*rnanda Maria Canta F*rnanda Maria