was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too
i am my own ghost i am haunted
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
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 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…
it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made
