through the interstices of what we see.
The being of nothingness…
You girls “She fancies you.” The smiling round face of the young teenage girl was here, her long honey summer hair caressed by the breeze. I laughed, and they both broke into giggles, hormones rejoicing, as their jeans vanished into the darkness of the shopping arcade Pony tail “Uh! Ah!” The vibrant exclamations coming from across the street called … Read More
Two flies, copulating. Murdered. I, assassin. Enduring love.