monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…