it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
