Compassion for what’s far away
Oh my children, why? are you complaining, falling, screaming when i need your help with Borrioboola-Gha, the venture for which our funds have dwindled. Oh my children now be silent […]
Daily Archives: January 12, 2016
Spiders delivered through flames
My bones were once lighted with stars, and with God given ass; making love my fingers caressed your careless guitars. I foresaw what humanity sowed but I gave shit, injecting […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 