the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
