I have to raise my fee
I don’t complain really… but I really need an upgrade. I need a larger vessel. I need a helmsman and some hands on deck. The line of customers keep growing. […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A late night dancing at the bar
If stirred is shaken, wine is dine is thighs in tights a slip of sleight and jazz; and jazz or said as she. Is height unbroken chandeliers! It is mostly […]
Button sighs unsated
A button bold anti- cipated stiff. Streams in stars and silence. It’s important even if a darkly tear of more (or evidence of welcomes). Of broken laps, bones and in […]
Not yet black ice
October has arrived and for every day the mornings grow darker. I know that soon it’s time for the first frost. Not the sweet touch of cold painting maple leaves, […]
For Drusilla
When stirred she howls, vomiting delirium with white foam on her pale poison lips. “Does it matter if you die if you never have been loved?” She giggles as she […]
