zerodegreesaquarius0127

"He wanted a fire that would roar and spit, and set him asail from the digestive pit" "To see him his real home, to see him find flesh, to see him cut the strings, and ascend beyond death" Poetry by Zerodegreesaquarius0127

That Next Place is what we seek, the climax to this inevitable peak.

Mono Vlad clown, deviant adventurer, clears a disturbance with Witt and a temper.

Revolutionary Prophetic Poetry : Don't be so reassured, don't be so easily lead. The world you exist in does not break bread.