disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
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
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
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
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
