brief encounter

do you remember me i’m sorry i… we spent a weekend together i really don’t… twelve years ago sorry…i don’t know you… that’s ok, we were pretty stoned there must be some mistake… your son looks just like you i really have to go… we really had a good time i wouldn’t know… i’ll remember … Read more


no one plucks limp flowers they’re not much in demand youth is sacrificed on purpose where beauty is at hand we do not mourn the ugly we mourn a joy forever without the sacrifice of beauty we have no bold endeavour war’s beyond a meaning so the old pluck virile flowers to send to graves … Read more