Warp Speed January 3, 2016 by biochicklet Leave a comment They all look like this to me monstrosities of selfishness How will my story end? Will I drink him into acceptability, will I cloister away like some marm, will I be walking into a poetry reading and hear your poetry again? Stay tuned… Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: biochicklet Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.