Along The Willamette Wall

Disseminate. Desecrate. Alleviate what’s on my plate, take a break and contemplate why appearances tastes so great but eyes comprise of sweet hate with nothing proper that escapes from venom lips of mouths of late…

The terrible genius of genus homo sapien has nothing on the stars that fill and fall from the night along this city’s river. With cold slaps of wind like sudden hands of drunken wistful lovers, reels heads and flesh in the midst of beautiful violence. Unpredictable and almost rueful with stern intent, September’s calm awakening has grown a chill in my bones as I straddle these decisions…


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