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TO SL V-Day 2007 ‘Gentle is the flower of beauty Which floats now in the air We who live for love Always admire the fair’. CJHB 14th Feb 2007

Black was the Day That Man Was Born And walked upon this Earth Better he Should have Crawled Like Worms who eat their Tails Each will come and Each will Go Fuck em Till They’re Dead. x CJHB 16th AUgust … Continue reading →

Straight from the Train to Burlesque Oh sly is nature that turns away from beauty so easily amused by quietude and death We who are among the livers must hang upon the dusky wire tween fear and ingratitude till we … Continue reading →

To the Soup of Sophie: A Small Ode For the Occaision Of Tuesdays We who are gathered here today to taste this simple fare Can dwell upon our fortunes blessed with lesser cares for we are here at Sophie’s where … Continue reading →