I’m sorry but I am not into Golden Age Thinking.

Three years ago, I was convinced that the perfect time for me to be born was the late 1950s, in America, where my parents were probably friends with Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and William S Boroughs. I wanted to be a daughter of the Beats, and grow up and go to college in the 70s, … Continue reading I’m sorry but I am not into Golden Age Thinking.

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Rock.

I want to be your rock, The one you turn to when everything goes downhill. I want to take you in my arms And cradle you till sunrise. I want to be your rock, Your constant and your pride, Your northern star on a moonless night And guide you through the darkness you fear will … Continue reading Rock.