Compassion falls easily.
Blackout #229
It flaps its wings like nocturnal blackness travels over the full-starred heavens
Blackout #228
Within seconds of finishing, he couldn't quite remember
Blackout #227
Nothing seems wasteful to the stars
Blackout #226
Practical people weary of no purpose.
Blackout #225
Daydreaming I was king of nothing.
Blackout #224
Chasing his shadow like a dog his tail
Blackout #223
A wild wolf is it valid to discriminate against
Blackout #222
I wonder where God went. He was always there before
Blackout #221
And if tonight I go my spirit walks in autumn storms
Fragment of a Figment 