apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
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
i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
