Hope’s toe

Beetles and Badgers, worms and things that are full of Night

Licking drugs off fingers

Thick black hair dark jeans with wide black belts and anchored with heavy black boots. A  look that drew inviting glances from dykes aswell as a certain kind of neurotic male artist

Wormtomb gestation chamber beyond the wall of sleep

Tropical ironwood, leafflower trees, crab mushrooms, tumourbark popsichules

nothing to live for but someone whose love is like a chink of sun through thick heavy clouds, something uprooted and groundless.

like tripping on the edge of a precipice

ironic that the woman who did so much damage to your life is now at the mercy of forces beyond her control