You could pull out all my hair
And
Pluck out my eyes
And
Eat them in front of me
Like
Spaghetti and meatballs
And
I would still kiss you
When
You were done.
The Poetry of Joseph D. Hamilton
binge thinking and other things in life
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
Benjamin Grossman 