a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
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…
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
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…
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
i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
