the blade has always been dull how it was made never
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
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
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
