the writing and photography of Neil Kramer

Everything Wrong

My feet want to write. My fingers want to run. My brain wants to rest between your soft breasts. My cock wants to worry. Everything right is everything wrong. My soul wants the nourishment from a thousand deserts.

Nonsense on the iPhone 1:20AM

7 Comments

  1. V-Grrrl @ Compost Studios

    Sigh. Get some sleep.

  2. Finn

    Hang in there. The only constant is change.

  3. furiousball

    i’m totally with you… my boogers want to be flicked by your elbows

  4. sizzle

    Poetry.

  5. Lauren

    That’s some pretty good nonsense.

  6. wendy

    ya want to join my poetry group…you would have to move to denver…

  7. teahouseblossom

    Loverly.

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