June 22, 2018

pulse

a warm-colored thrum spreads, a web of fingertip touches and threads of lightning silver my eyelids – I have tasted the sun-beads, have been enveloped by the sweet-spell, and it reverberates.

Last Vegas

Like a sorry cross between The Hangover and Last Of The Summer Wine, Last Vegas is a vulgar attempt to generate humour from the exploits of a group of doddery old childhood pals who travel […]

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