Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
