This poem was inspired by a book we read in my english class which was a first hand account of someone who survived the concentration camps of the Holocaust.
rawr...incantation, spell, creepy whispered song...something like that...last line from Flogging Molly's "Far Away Boys"
first triad since 2000 or so!
too cryptic? or did you, too, burn some cells?
secrets are best left cryptic
A memory from a Pittsburgh trip.
this is what Seroquel is like, he he. . .
