words flow from my pen and have done so since i was in my teens...i started writing on a suggestion from a very good friend... …

. enjoy this shit with a passion. ~kush roll, glass full, i perfer the better things.~ lets be friends :) :) fuckmylife.//~

I'm a trained chef, who writes when inspiration strikes. I like poems with rhythm, and all mean something to me, if not anyone else.

if the ocean gets rough, will you help me sing?

I live in Canada. I am awesome. jks. but seriously.

un vacio organico: grosero, clandestino.

I hate poetry. Poets are selfish. Read "Hands that want to..." first. The order is irrelevant otherwise.

Words must grow irrevocably tired after long time passing..