incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle

after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly

i am my own ghost i am haunted

Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

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

i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

every song smoking drinking partying with

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow

quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun