Birding and Blogging in Galveston, Texas. In past years I had not seen them at all.

Dancing madness of a feral gal. Anarchy, human rights, feminism, queer, daily activities, spewing words. The long slow kiss goodbye. By calming calamities-allena calyn spangler. I am running out of addresses. No more places to hide. I knew if i let myself bleed once. If i exposed one bit of me. I would go up in a blaze of unglory. And here it is puddles of blood. The insides of me outside. For all the world to laugh at. I am glued to this spot.

Where words go to die. To be disgusted by society. Everyone looking for an instant fix. That will fuck for fun. Yet I want more than this. Sure men are the same. Looking for the next place. I want more than simple skin. I watch them use the words. That they do not understand. And fuck me for being who I am. The wind is blowing through the graves.

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From the Mind of a Pseudowriter. Poems from the pen of a pseudowriter. You talked through teeth of elephantine ivory,. Felt me with hands too rough for a gentle soul,. And gutted me with lies too true for a weakened mind. The thought of your smell as you kissed me. Never as a regret,. And all that is left is the.