Greg Sanchez

Folkloric Protest Song
5 days ago
Fresh is the early morning that lit its loom at dawn as the concrete reverbs it also lurks, an abrasive voice from the bard can be heard as he sings new slangs that it’ll fool you with thrills. The li...
Mother's Day Brunch
14 days ago
As the bad moon kept on rising Juan and Miles ate eleven g’s of shroom caps. Without any fear or even a plan they crossed over the line that once upon a time LSD erased. {a few minutes later there was...
Mutant
a month ago
This became my comfort zone my own corner of the wild world, the tangible space where I could transcend or evolve into many of my other shapes. I rather turn myself into an asshole to rise above from ...
Inside This Oven
4 months ago
Inside this oven where i belong I flip through pots and pans going beyond what most mortals have. I can smell how the butter leavens, my senses hide the secret code that could replicate (precisely emu...