just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her

“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped

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

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…

i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song