we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities
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
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,
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
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
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
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…
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor