Homicidal pens.My temperamental friends.Killers on a murder mission,Who journeys on with no end. With it’s bleeding inkthat so furiously drops,Such …

Suddenly comes large growths of low, rocky horns, A sight to behold by us looking down upon What seems to …

My mood whisperer arrives early before I am roused from my morning sleep reveries. The harbinger of seasons, the pied-piper …