Thirst
Written by Jacob Ibrag She thrives on his thirst for her. Waving her wand of finger as he follows through every oneContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag She thrives on his thirst for her. Waving her wand of finger as he follows through every oneContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag I think I’m gonna stop playing concerts. Immediately after I get on stage, faces are transplanted withContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag You’re out of sight, and I can still hear your voice clearer than mine. Wish you told us whatContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Sometimes I don’t know what to write. Mind emptier than a homeless man’s stomach. Then IContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag She’s with my lawyer in the other room negotiating other ways to fillet what’s left of me.Continue Reading





