for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey

i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

she broke up with him because he broke her oscillating f… on a 107 degree day in the Texas s… with one angry punch he destroyed the fan

there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason

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

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train

i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away