by Philip Wardlow 2016
Every day is a gift,
a fucking gift.
Why? Because I said so.
So unwrap that fucker.
Rip open the packaging,
fling the red red red ribbons to the four winds.
Bite that mother loving tape with your teeth if you must
Is that a Snaaarl I hear from you…?
It’s your present.
Do what you must.
Dive, dive, dive into that damn box!
See, see , see, what you’ve got?
Fuck.
Socks.
Slip’em on for a go….
Now go…just fucking go.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Watch for what’s on the Stairs….
undone in spectacle
she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Mind • Body • Life
Dating, Poetry, and More
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
poetry, fiction, and musings
Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Design, and Pottery
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants. It's all about the books we read
weird alien 👽
undone in spectacle
she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Mind • Body • Life
Dating, Poetry, and More
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
poetry, fiction, and musings
Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Design, and Pottery
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants. It's all about the books we read
weird alien 👽
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 