when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
