: About Me

rhelique like fall's somersaults in fine linens of auburn, gold, and brilliant bronze we blaze like comets across the inkwell sky ...in such a rush.... to bask in the rose's blush not to linger but to awe and hush to touch and possess with such nerve like to prepare the finest delicacy with no intention to ingest or serve another trophy to place upon the heap of audacity striving to reach the apex of absurdity with the glow of tenacity fixated with the uncured foundation of the now....as in...right....NOW! we stamp and stain our brow and palms as we subconsciously pen our psalms of the for...