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Time is an idea, which does not exist.

Time is an idea, which does not exist.

A Poem by eatmills


I don’t have the answer to your cancer, the darkness that eats you whole. Shadow puppets copulate, fill me with hate. I am not alone. I have a..
The Man Called Chaos

The Man Called Chaos

A Story by eatmills


A biography a friend wrote about our first encounter. Edited for content and protection of the innocent.
Forest Walk

Forest Walk

A Poem by eatmills


Poem written when I was a teenager
Feast

Feast

A Poem by eatmills


In fields of red Tall grass grows
Danced

Danced

A Poem by eatmills


Destroy the spaces of mind