What people said about Molly’s jam Where Do The Nights Of Sleep Go To When They Do Not Come To Me

1 Comment (since 25 Mar 2012)

9 years, 2 months ago

Molly

and there's a poem about a creature in the desert who's squatting naked on the ground and eating something and the poet adventurer who finds him asks him what it is that he's eating and what it tastes like and the creature looks at him and says: 'it's my heart, and it tastes bitter, but i like it, because it tastes bitter and because it's my heart'