December 21, 2010
Amnesia Grok- I’m sitting here on a Saturday afternoon & I’m reading about the end. As in THE END.
Read MoreAmnesia Grok- I’m sitting here on a Saturday afternoon & I’m reading about the end. As in THE END.
Read MorePoetry by Amnesia Grok- That night, I dream of the perfect son, & I dream of what he’d be like. Come next morning, I find that Dream Child still in my head, & he’s taking online classes & demanding piano lessons!\
Read MorePoetry By Amnesia Grok “&few people realize how the Moon is made of pure dry ice. & those in the” know by & large choose not to talk about it, for all the obvious occultic reasons, I suppose.
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