William Mills


Writing

My paradox

my paradox is that / i must destroy myself / to create myself.

slience speaks louder than words

If this is a game , / what are the rules?

The night club crawl

global nations all one under sex strobe / do the night club crawl ,do it all / get your body pearcings done for free

time

Pop another pill and ill see the inside out / Pop another pill and see a future washed out

its a struggle to survive

in your mind still smashed and shatted / the crys from your pain etched forever they will remain

i love poodles

he was a fluffy little caracter / and some how the red suited his new look / wash into the white and formed a lovely pink!

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