Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
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…
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
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...
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
