( via / miekal and in asemic on fb )

Degenerate creatures having fun.

"the silence
at noon
wind in autumn
from the beggar's shack"

--@poem_exe 4-13-16

The war.

it is raw
material to hurl
against the rainfront of castle-melt

saltbane
for my snail palace

through the red-litten windows see

"John Hughes films that seemed sanitized at the time now look pretty edgy."