What's Yours Is Mine And What's Mine

Time Is, Time Was, But Time Shall Be No More.

My Mouth Is Full Of Decayed Teeth And My Soul Of Decayed Ambitions.

When The Short Days Of Winter Came, Dusk Fell Before We Had Well Eaten Our Dinners. When We Met In The Street The Houses Had Grown Sombre. The Space Of Sky Above Us Was The Colour Of Ever-changing Violet And Towards It The Lamps Of The Street Lifted Their Feeble Lanterns. The Cold Air Stung Us And We Played Till Our Bodies Glowed. Our Shouts Echoed In The Silent Street.

Whatever Else Is Unsure In This Stinking Dunghill Of A World A Mother's Love Is Not.

Signatures Of All Things I Am Here To Read.