i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is

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…

the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

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

black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd