i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
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…
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…
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
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
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
