August 2007

Who’s breasts these are I think I know Her face I can’t remember though She will...

This is in very rough shape as I just woke up and it rolled off my...

Green eyes burn fierce like a trash can on Fire Black hair falls short on slender...

My words are freedom words. With words I set my Self free from forces unchecked festering...

My father child of war went off to the jungle came back a whore He brought...