ManicDDaily

22 Below This Morning But Rising February 14, 2016 - (9)
22 Below This Morning But Rising Sun as bright as ice, we think it must be nice. but cold like a bell dome, clamps down, we the clappers dangling by breaths like wires wrangling so many layers wrapped that we trek loggily glasses so foggily that we can’t see through to a view anyway only […]
I Used To Call It Benares February 14, 2016 - (18)
Train Stopping February 13, 2016 - (18)
Swing Low, Suite February 10, 2016 - (9)
Some Words/Phrases I’d Like to Coin As I Age February 7, 2016 - (12)

Mobile Site | Full Site