it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

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

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul