That Sinking Feeling

Look up at the stars and you’re gone

  • downriver from the kalamazoo prison graveyard

    July 10, 2021 by

    Idolatry of the body (celibate soul), of sex, no real love! sometimes the lights go out  Hopeless romanticism is the last vestige of love in the world. for a young man to single himself out as a believer in beauty and love, to earnestly wish for a family, this is genuinely radical.  love me for… Read more

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