Month: April 1998

  • Poetry #17: Trip Like I Do

    [This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #17. The publish date is approximate. Originally written December 20, 1997.] Trip like I do. Visuals beynd comprehension. Experience is a new thrill. Alchohol is water Drus are a waste of time. Red wine mixing red blood. Pure soul pouring out living death screaming inward stop slow […]