THE BEAUTIFUL LINES OF FLAMES IDENTIFY MY [HEADACHE. The fires are blue and gold and orange and turquoise. They ring like one beat of a drum within my skull. My being is overwhelmed by experience. Wings grow out of my skull to fly me away to soft moss where there is a cliff I would […]

WE ARE WHITE FLAMES IN BLACK and we are silver candles, smiles on roses, newborn babes, otter consciousness, and night shades. We are ghostly shades and the shapes of black bonfires that melt through consciousness. Perceptions are candles and we are babes who imagine the thorns of roses. The petals of roses make pink and […]

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