the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
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 would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light
