i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
every song smoking drinking partying with
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
