Amnesia Grok- I’m sitting here on a Saturday afternoon & I’m reading about the end. As in THE END.
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The Boomerang Kids
Poetry 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!\
Who’s Afraid of the Sun?
Poetry 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.
Good News
By: Amnesia Grok -This kid shows up on my doorstep the other day, Just another ranting crackhead waking me up on a Sunday morning? Or is it something more?