time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map

slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence

it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated

where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…

she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and

regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost

bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest