[tabby title="Poet Bio"] It has to be alcohol or the holy ghost, they can't decide which one it has to befor I look and act like a normal drunk until it's time to preach the word.Then they ask me, what...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] you long to call this dark place homethe horrors of the past can't cloud the yearningyou plough the hard ground until something can grow on itbecause you are reborn here something else could,there's a shimmer, yellow dustings...