Stolen Geometric Orgasm
Entropy Embraces And We Shiver
Pick Your Poison
Shelter's Falling Around You And I Am The Wicked Wind
I cannot help, assist, or profit.
The pit in my stomach growls to the vibration of your circumstance,
but no channel persists between our empathies.
I am so thankful for this life I have been afforded by either luck, lust, or the illusion of fate