I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.

I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver

The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,

Heaven will be glad and passionate… for hell could not bare in comfort Of some delicate souls prayer woul… So will earth cruse blissfully una… that flesh will rot with clothes,…

I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.

How does he speak? With his mouth or his body Or with help or no help, with His crew but he dare not own a boa… For a boat would majestically

It could be one way to live occupi… That is tacking every trousers in… Despise, and dressing every space… Empty space for sin to lose intere… In its options to form in your lif…

I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if

Look left Look right There are inspirations Everywhere Discover yours.

Never Count your Work Because Your

You would Notice I Always Use I Before you,

Word is force and reflection of fl… Words are bait to feelings and can… Word is a million word that makes… Words is like a shotgun and death… Words is a boxer short and a camel…