Day: May 12, 2018

I think you think I’m two binding stretches from becoming unglued I’m not who you think I am C’est la vie you see, C’est la vie… Fuck with me, fuck with me… I think you think because I write poetry that each poem should be about you I do what I do because I can Carpe … Continue reading Neurocysticercosis or At My Most Kanye…