sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
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
trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
