desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
an unfinished puzzle can easily bl… but somewhere out there is a piece convinced that it is the rest of the puzzle that…
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
