
August 27, 2026





Little monster of mine, again you cling to me, grunting and snorting. I made you; you´re alive. I brought you...

Not enough anymore to wait for perfect timing, the outcome presses in the mirror, crow’s feet, tired eyes, and we...

Memoirs of power dribble down the rear mirror; it rains. Reminders of a recent past, of duties upheld, contracts signed,...
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