
A crashing, like waves upon rock, of un-light woke all with my home unit. With it carried, now seen, un-truth to all. My labor is hindered in it, but I must carry on.
A crashing, like waves upon rock, of un-light woke all with my home unit. With it carried, now seen, un-truth to all. My labor is hindered in it, but I must carry on.
It's a writers world, a world that seeks to explore and entertain
Philosophy and Poetry for the Mountains
Required weekly reading for the modern guardsman
A Global Divergent Literary and Aesthetic Collective
Reading Into Everything.