the blade has always been dull how it was made never
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
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…
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
