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…
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
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
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom