desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
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…
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
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…
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy
