I want the stalkers caught; 8 am to 10 in the morning on Saturday; past 5 hours. Rhymes of Modern Slavery: from the Enslaved.

I want the stalkers caught; 8 am to 10 in the morning on Saturday; past 5 hours. Rhymes of Modern Slavery: from the Enslaved.   Today, trust me: you want to see it also in its other form: I want … Continue reading I want the stalkers caught; 8 am to 10 in the morning on Saturday; past 5 hours. Rhymes of Modern Slavery: from the Enslaved.

The Pink Pond; a Rendition in Fiction Version.

The Pink Pond; a Rendition in Fiction Version. tag[s]: death, trauma, abuse, fiction, police fiction, police poetry, fairytale fiction Get it, instead of blood; What might come up; and blood just means final blood; the blood of draw death. If … Continue reading The Pink Pond; a Rendition in Fiction Version.

Samantha Gilbert, How to recognize: Officers, are on the way.

Samantha Gilbert, How to recognize: Officers, are on the way. I kept understanding that’s not what that’s meant to mean. and I meant them to come; and I kept expecting the officers to show up flashlights like weapons upon my … Continue reading Samantha Gilbert, How to recognize: Officers, are on the way.

E i g de salsa knews

The fake cops I just hate them so much! The fake cops I just hate them so much! The fake cops, I just hate them; so much! I just hate them; so [you not they] sow much … and Eight; … Continue reading E i g de salsa knews